Drake stood up, "I" the rest of the hunters said it once he had made his choice. Pulling out a black chest once again from under the coffee table and putting it on the counter. He opened it up, the vamp weapons were laying there unused, he grabbed his sabers putting them in the sheaths on the back of his waist, before he grabbed a retractable rod except it was wooden with a sharpened end. "Then let's get moving I'll call in a favor an get a jet ready for our departure."