Armend laughed as he snagged a cylinder flashbang to replace the one he had tossed at the warehouse, sliding it next to two others and three fragmentation grenades. He shook his head and smiled, opening a box of ammunition and turned to face Danica, “Does zat make you prinzess Vespa?” He joked. 

	After stuffing and replacing his spare clips with 5.56 he slide them back onto his suit and walked by Danica to check out a few of the more historic weapons the Yakuza had hanging from the walls. He gripped the handle of one of the hanging japanese swords and lifted it from it’s place, “I zee your Zwartz is as big as mine!” He joked as he weighed it in his palm. The blade flashed in the air, catching what light there was to offer. It seemed extremely sharp and the make well balanced, he figured it would do well as a last resort weapon. With an approving look on his face he started looking around for a way to carry it on himself.

	His fingers brushed by a leather holster fit for a pistol and he tossed it back towards Danica while he continued his search, “for the gun.”