Nexul would run to the armory, sparing no energy. Upon reaching his locker he would unlock it and remove his belonging. A tan cap he placed of his hand, Durable fiber gloves on his hands, hiking boots on his feet and a lightweight utility vest on his torso. Within the vest he place a cartography device that would trace a sillouette of the area around him- With a stylus for adjusting the map, detailing, and adding note. He left the adapter that would be used to put the map data onto other devices and for printing behind, as it was of no use to him yet. He placed his knife in its holder, located on his chest, and grabbed three loaded xm8 magazines with a 30- round capacity. He also grabbed an extra 20 bullets, just it case. He place the magazines in holders across his chest, and the bullets in a small pouch on his side. Finally, he grabbed his xm8- Unloaded, and with the safety on, and closed his locker, locking it.
He'd the re-join with the rest of the group, but instead of joining he'd already be walking off. Before heading too far, though, he stopped. He ran back in and grabbed a radio headset. Turning to the group, and the leader of the entire expedition, he asked
"A mile radius? That's not a whole lot to work with, but alright. And define unusual- Everything's going to be unusual, you know?"