Deal went well enough. The girls brought everything but the launcher, unfortunately. He gave them the location of where to pick up their weapons while he took their briefcases full of money. With their business finished, Dark Matter had one last matter to settle before calling it a day. Since those girl's weren't interested in getting the M72 LAWs, he'd have to get them himself. He left the building the same way he came in and headed down towards the docks. Though there were people milling about, Dark Matter made sure not to be seen as he slithered his way towards the weapons; they were hidden in a barrel, while the rockets were in various crates that were left far away enough from the other shipments that no one would stumble upon them, but not so far that people would wonder what they were there for. Once he arrived, the area was fairly clear; no one in sight. [b]"Alright, time to get rid of these..."[/b] Creating a claw that, despite looking to be made of bone, was at least as hard as industrial-grade construction steel. He created open the barrel first...