Jax nodded and clapped Olly on the back."We'll do it." He saluted, got up and headed to the armory. The next day, Jax had a new .357, 8 shot revolver as well as his hunting knife, attached to a tactical belt. The belt had two pouches, each with two loaded speedloaders in them, a pouch with a com system that his whole team was hooked up to, a pouch with a whetstone and the rest of the space was occupied by bullet slots, holding 24 extra bullets. He had his old weapons returned to him, his machete was slung across his back, while his revolver and rifle were stored in a locker next to his bunk in one of the big hangars. He'd received a new Remington, R11 rifle which was also slung over his shoulder. He'd also received his new mission gear as well as new clothes, fatigues and a new backpack. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt tucked into black and grey camo cargo pants. Jax felt less like a survivor and more like a soldier now.