Stocking Up Before the Mission

There was a barred window facing outside on the side of the requisitions office, and a counter with a little bell built into it.

Achilles approached this and rang the bell.

In a few moments, a young man appeared. “Oh, don’t recognize you,” he said. “This isn’t the main office. You’ll want to talk to—”

Achilles slapped their ticket down on the counter. “We already talked with the Commander. He has a mission for us right away.”

The man’s eyes went wide. “Oh, hold on, is that Dagenor with you?”

The Warrior nodded proudly. “Yeah! They invited me along on their mission.”

“I see. Well, this is quite the requisition ticket. I’m supposed to give you whatever you ask for and attach no time limit to it. If I didn’t know the unorthodox ways the Commander sometimes operates, I’d be tempted to think this was a fake.”

Medea nodded. “Perfectly understandable, Armorer. Thanks for your honesty. We may be gone for up to two weeks, so give us thirty-six C-rations.”