Jet makes quick work of his own change, slipping into some cargo pants and a long-sleeved running shirt along with black hiking boots and a light jacket. That would keep him protected and warm and the pockets on the pants were perfect for keeping small supplies in case he needed to leave his pack.

The pack he filled similarly to his partner:
>A sleeping bag hooked to the back
>A small self-made first aid kit
>Flashlight with extra batteries
>A hunting knife
>Full repelling harness
>Nylon rope (not the highlighter pink or yellow kinds)
>One hockey stick to attach two of the ice skate blades to
>One whetstone
>A paintball pistol

The walkie talkies were a load off Jet's mind, it made everything seem a lot easier to know he'd be able to reach his partner even if they split up for a supply run or whatever.

The finishing touches applied, Jet joined the older man again, a smile of his own forming when he saw Albert's. He even darted in for a quick kiss before nudging them toward the door.

"Feels good to have real supplies for once. We should find somewhere to set up 'base.' Somewhere high."

As good as he felt with the supplies, he'd feel better in a birds nest position where they could keep their eyes on things.