After downing the remainder of his whiskey and snuffing out his cigar he was out and up the hall to the armory.<br/><br/>He would pad around in his slippers for a few moments until he found an empty satchel, loading up with a number of boxes of ammunition, a combat knife, a few frag grenades, five c-4 charges and a detonator.<br/><br/>Though he wasn't as proficient or enthusiastic with the use of explosives as Emma was, he could definitely make use of a little 'boom' in a pinch.<br/><br/>He approached D, opening his satchel for inspection,<span style="color: DarkRed">"I'm off to my room to pick up my weapons."</span>, Markus stated matter-of-factly. As he started toward the door he came to an abrupt halt, realizing he had forgotten something important. Arching his brow he turned to face D once again,<span style="color: DarkRed"> "So, are the NCR armors slash disguises in here? We going as regular ground-pounders, or rangers? If it's the former, Let me get one of those fancy berets, would ya? Camo, or Red, it doesn't matter to me. I figure, we get to play dress-up, might as well make the most of it, eh? Besides, I hear the ladies love those things." </span>he smirked at his closing statement for a moment before looking hopefully to D for an answer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>