"Good. The first shipment will be sent soon. Be at these coordinates." [b]The line went dead then, as his phone buzzed and flashed a set of coordinates: a quick search put it in the mountains south of Dojo, several hundred miles away.[/b]

"Pack it up! We're leaving!" [b]The ground began moving, moving through the streets Some entered cars, others vans and a small caravan started toward the coordinates[/b]

[b]It took a few days, nonstop driving and driver shifts, but eventually they made it. Once there they found the shipment already dropped. Roughly ten large crates from unknown design and origin, upon the Speaker getting closer, a one of them scanned him, then hissed and clicked as or opened up. The ten foot tall crate had scores of weapons inside, unknown make or design as well. Ranging from small arms to assault rifles. There didn't seem to be higher caliber weapons, but other materials where present. Mostly ones to make IEDs and other forms of home made explosives and weapons.[/b]

"This is the pinnacle of our potential! We will bring the dojo to its knees!" [b]The group cheered[/b]