East bound and down, loaded up an truckin
Things were going well. No one was shooting at them. The sun was shining on what would be a warm, clear day. And a pair of men were walking, in an obvious fashion, out to meet them. One carried a double barrel shotgun, broke open over his shoulder like a hunter, and the other has a cloth covered basket, it looked like a garden basket at this distance, under one arm. They were in no hurry.
The overhaul of their supplies yielded a lot of bottled water, MREs, batteries, ammunition, weapons, and Cecylia's extensive radio package along with a fuel tanker and a portable machine shop. At best count they had 5.56mm and 7.62mm NATO cartridges to spare. Fedor wished they had more in the way of .50 ammo and spare parts but that was the nature of haste.