The party members crawl out of their beds, nursing large hangovers once more and then head back to the warehouse after breakfast.
Max loads up a crate containing the party’s spare gear and puts that together with the crybaby in the sandcaster barrel and loads it all on the pickup to take it for loading onto the Fair Rosamund.
He is back a little after lunch.
“Right, that’s that all taken care of then,” he says.
“By the way, while I was getting the crybaby onboard, I saw that pirate ship taking off. So that’s another problem out of the way.”
Max then sits with his handcomp, and sighs:
“We’ve spent Cr. 101,000 on this mission so far and that’s all of the party funds gone plus 15,190 that was my own cash. I’m skint now so I’m going to be asking for a loan if there’s anything else we need to buy.”
“Is there anything else now that we need to buy, or is that it?”
Although that’s all the major items of expenditure out of the way, William suggests that it might be better to get some additional medical supplies in because of all of the stevedores that will be coming with the group.
William chips in another Cr.15k to the budget while Arvor gives an additional Cr.9k, thus solving the party’s cashflow problems.
Max takes the cash and heads into the centre to purchase some medical supplies. He is back a couple of hours later with three field medical kits and also a couple of steel girders which Taeva had asked for. She then, with the assistance of Arvor, proceeds to spend the rest of the afternoon making simple but effective reinforced front fenders for the pickups so that they should have no trouble in crashing through the barrier to the maintenance yard.
William speaks to the stevedores while they are taking a break from Jie and Grim’s constant drilling, asking if any of them have any medical experience. While none of them are officially trained medics, he identified three of them who have at least some basic first aid skills and gives them each one of the field medical kits to take care of.
They continue training the stevedores until well into the evening and then call it a night when they see that the troops are getting exhausted.