The Dire signed on the clip board, "Drion Habilov Cata"
The Ozians slid down the back and got back in the truck driving into town and going to their delivery stop.
They drove into a private manor where a man in traditional Ozian robes was coming out of the large manor. "Savus Savus, my friends." said the man.
"Hello dear friend Popi." said the Captain, "This is Dire Vendecci."
Dire Vendecci and Popi bowed and each said, "Priacci"
The two Ozians began to direct the trucks inside, "Is this house monitered?"
"No, only house in Eire. I got a special permit from the government, I don't exist while I stay here, I pay them respectively."
"Good, Unload the 'fish' boys and girls" said Vendecci.
With that said pouches of fish and ice were put into bags and other containers. As they cleared the packs of ice and fish wooden crates started to appear, "I assume the fish comes free Vendecci?"
"Of course,"
The crates were being dragged into the garage and then smashed open and yanked open with crows bars. Many assortments of I-19s, Ia-7s, and ISE-22s (Uzi) were passed back, they were cold but their mechanisms could survive harsher temperatures.
Tons of ammo boxes were open distributing them amongst the the rifle areas. When the large garages were closed and all the crates taken out the Captain and 4 of his crew headed back to the ship. Vendecci and Popi said good bye and then got to business.
"Show me everything you go."
"Will do."
The Ozians, including Vendecci's Soldiers came with him inside the house and then were lead to the sealed basement.
Downstairs was a large open room with a full arsenal and commanding operations base. "How did you get all this over here?" asked Vendecci.
"Fish..."
The two laughed.