The vehicle depot hummed with renewed excitement as several vehicles, both military and civilian alike, pulled into the rough expanse of outbuildings. URF soldiers, some them no older than 15, quickly rushed to unload the supplies the vehicles had been laden with, much of it either ammunition or fuel. To the Spartan-IV watching them through the visor of his MJONLIR GEN2 Stalker helmet, this was good news. It meant that his "research" had paid off. Locke was going to meet the UNSC loyalists.