"A uniform? Are we becoming a private army?" said Ryan to himself.
He pulled out a holster containing what looked like a futuristic handgun. It appeared to be made of a high-tech polymer, but when he lifted it, his arm dipped. The weapon weighed nearly 10 kilograms. It felt like holding a solid block of lead. He noticed a specialized belt in the bag; as soon as he buckled it and holstered the heavy weapon, a strange magnetic or mechanical click occurred, making the weight suddenly feel manageable, as if it were part of his own body.
Minutes later, the men emerged. They no longer looked like a ragtag group of survivors; they looked like a disciplined corps of cadets. Ethan looked down at them with a satisfied, chilling smile.
