fianlly returning to the HQ, tirstan headed to the armory, adn stocked up on weapons.  everything he snagged fit snugly into one of the loops on his jacket.  two shotguns were slipped nto his back for easy reach, 4 pistols, two on each side of the chest, were placed about 3 inches apart, and knife was slipped into the final. on his left and right side were extra large pockets, designed (by himself, he crafted the whole jacket himself) to hold several grenades apiece, in s pants, extra clips for the pistols were stored and the remaining pockets were fill with shotgun shells. "can't wat to meet that raptor dude again..." tristan chuckled