Armend nodded in an impressed approval at Danicas swift take down of the zombie. He then brought his mind back to his own question and her answer with a friendly grin. As a “hitman” and his career in battle, he always found it helpful to carry a little extra firepower for the worst case scenarios. On his back, was his HK416, on his hip was his .45 Glock, and now in his hand was a beretta m9. He clicked the safety on and extended it out to Danica. He figured she needed it more than he did at this point, and he wasn’t about to be greedy.

	“Fitting, American gun for the American,” Armend made light of it. A thought popped in his mind and he quickly unlatched an extra clip from a pouch on his belt, adding it to his gift. 

	“Do vith it vhat you vill,” he said, “I have plenty of weapon. Comes with thirty round, fifteen in,” he thrusted his chin towards the clip, “fifteen out.”