Vincent checked and doubled checked his gear, making sure he had all of his things. He eyed the contents of his satchel, explosives and quite a few explosive and flammable materials, extra ammo, beef jerky, a first aid kit. He sat on the floor of the cargo bay aboard a drop ship, giving a slight sigh. About the only way he could get around was stowing away, not having the money nor the reputation for other forms of transportation. He zipped up his satchel and slung it back around his shoulder, also grabbing his rather heavy backpack and slinging it over the other. He got to his feet and brushed himself off, stretching out as he got ready to put his skills to use. He figured the ship would be arriving at its destination soon.