Instead of supplies, there would be a pair of soldiers riding in the back of a truck. A nasty looking Shift Hunter sat with them and while it had a demeanor like it might snap at either one of them at any moment, it never did. Even though the soldiers were making no efforts to flee, they were clearly uneasy about the beast. Once the truck stopped, they dismounted and a conversation with a superior officer commenced.

"Any luck out there?"

"Nah, the Basker didn't find anything. There's too many Shifts in the air and besides, most of 'em keep wanting to come back here anyway."

A groan. "Well feed yourselves and start again at the next grid. There's gotta be Shifters out there somewhere."

"Sure thing, boss."