Miles and Van drug Jimmy in the back of the van. Van propped him up against the doors and tied his hands behind his back. With that Miles fell back against the back seat cushions. Karah sat next to him and Miles put his arm around her. The van was the size of an average mini-van, but the back seats were all propped up against the side. There was a small makeshift desk which Van sat at and turned to Miles and Karah. Miles let his face fall in his hand and looked at Van with one eye. "So, what now?" Van looked at Jimmy. "I say we wait for your friend to wake up and see what he knows. It could be nothing, but we still need to check. Miles rested his head against the cushion and sighed deeply.

"So, you had never tested any of these 'weapons' out before today?" Miles inquired. Van began to look rather embarrassed. Miles sighed even deeper. "What do you have?" Van's eyes got wide with excitement. He started digging through different parts of the van. He pulled up the paintball gun and ammo. "You've already seen this. Good for possessed people. He then pulled out several metal crosses. "Silver crossed shaped steaks. I figure a good stab to the head ought to kill a demon." Miles raised an eyebrow at the word "ought". Something caught Miles' eye as he pointed. "What is that?" He asked.

Van followed his gaze and smiled. "I take it you're either a hunter or a cowboy." Van smiled throwing the object at Miles. "That is a Winchester repeating rifle. Made from holy wood from Israel and blessed by a priest AND a rabbi. With silver bullets." Van threw the bullets to Miles. Miles looked down the sight of the barrel and smiled wide. "I don't know if this will kill demons." Miles grinned. "But it will definitely give them something to think about." Miles sat back down next to Karah. "How did you get all this?" Miles asked. Van spun around and opened his laptop. "You could say I'm a bit of an, end of the world nut."