Halsted spent a fair deal of time searching through the rest of the complex. On occasion, the others might see him go back and forth, carrying large pieces of cloth or bags. Securing materiel was an art he'd learned well. Eventually he returned with a bag full of various clinking odds and ends, as well as three large wrapped packages, two looking like a weapon of one sort or another, the third like something much bigger, leaving the lot in the room where the others waited.
Then he went to investigate the room they'd flushed DuPont and his thugs out of.
For a short while, there was the general sound of rummaging. After a short while the guardsman returned, took his shovel back, and returned to the small room. There was the sound of creaking wood, and finally a crack as something gave. A moment of silence, then the faint rustling of cloth...
...followed by the loud thud of a lid being slammed shut and a string of profanities any drill sergeant would be proud of. Some more banging, metal on wood.
Then the guardsman returned once again. He still wore his mask, so his expression couldn't be seen, but his voice had somewhere lost its edge - it was dull and cold now. "Priest. Someone in there requires last rites," he said quietly, shovel pointing into the room at a stack of crates. The instructions done, he turned to DuPont. "Explain the boxes. And what is behind the door," he said flatly, still holding the shovel in his hands.
