<strong>"Yeah, we aren't carrying a large amount of stuff here, but what we are carrying is specialized and costly. If we had more money to spare, we would have bought more too, but there was a limit to our money, and limit to how much goods there were available on the spot. Even so, we should make a good earning from this job, but I do understand your concern. We need to make monthly payments, so every job counts."</strong><br/><br/>Even as Sara spoke there though, she blinked at the sight of the last crate, giving Roslyn room to do her work. Checking the crate found out its lid was not securely attached either. Lifting it was no big deal at all, but what was revealed inside was a mixture of various foodstuffs. Survival packages, by the looks of it. Meals Refused by Ethiopians... MREs. Military rations that put more importance to just keeping a person alive than tasting any good or providing all they'd need on longer term, but enough to live by on a short period at least. What's more, each package was pre-packaged with a small heater in it, enough to cook it hot, or at least warm, even on a battlefield.<br/><br/>The company logo wasn't familiar one, but there were a few of them anyway.