The car rolled to a stop in a secluded location. Reaching for the glovebox Hank searched through its contents to find a sort of pad. It flickered on and he scrolled through its contents before giving the order, "We're good."
The three exited the vehicle and moved to the trunk. Lifting it open Hank jerked his head towards it, "Take your pick."
Most of it was ballistic and gunpowder weapons. Rue--although her blessing would allow her to use these with shocking accuracy--instead laid her eyes on the pair of hook swords. They were more modern, but their intriguing shape had gained Rue's interest. Picking the two up along with their holster she quickly equipped it after leaving the duffle bag in with the rest.
"I don't know what I expected.", Hank shook his head and reached for an assault rifle along with a customized sidearm.
"You brought them along didn't you?", Rue asked.
"They have their uses."
"Their use shall be in my hands."
