Silic smiled and gave the girls head an unconscious pat. “Lynn, this one will need something as well.” he said, standing up “I'm going to see if there's anything left of my pack.” he finished as he jumped off the back and walked towards his old truck.
It wasn't pretty, the bodywork had more holes than Swiss cheese in it and the only visible sign of the old backpacks were clumps of shredded canvas. He sifted through the mess trying to find something, eventually he picked out an entrenching tool, the blade having two sharp dents in the side from the grenade blasts. A quick check of the engine showed that more than a few things were wrong there as well, he'd be here all day without a machine shop.
Defeated, he wandered back to the other truck and placed the salvaged spade in the back. Never knew when a good shovel would come in handy.