After the debriefing, I filled Dad and Brenden in on some more minor details along with contingency plans in case things went sideways before distributing all the resources I had allotted for tomorrow.
Potions, equipment, Particle water, I spared no expense, not that it could even be called that, as the majority of what I'd gotten my hands on was earned in the Caverns or looted off the bodies of the returners I've fought.
By the end, everyone had multiple weapons and backup weapons, some of which weren't the most amazing tools but still effective given the fact that we would be dealing with at the WORST Alpha-Rank returners.
"No Kevlar or anything to stop bullets?" My dad finally asked after arranging all the items in his inventory.
