"Guys!! Enough." Riku sighed, rubbing his temples. "Save the rest for later. Help me gear up."
Richard nodded. "Right, for the mission. This ain't over." He shot Anton a look.
Anton grinned. "Any time, little American."
He unzipped the first duffel bag and started handing items across the table like a showman. His English thick with a Russian accent and broken form, "Laser cutter…Battery good for twenty, maybe thirty minutes on composites, light alloy. Armored steel? Forget miracles, but locks and thick glass.. no problem."
He pulled the next item. "My Personal favorite. Six-inch dagger. Short, razor sharp. Cuts rope like grass. Dual 9mm pistols, two spare mags. Only if no choice. Two flashbangs, one smoke grenade. No explosives. Client rules, bratan: no civilians, no structural damage."
He checked his pocket and took out one pin grenade, placing it on the table. "But I bring one. No mission safe without this toy."
