Dirk knelt down and picked up one of the assault weapons he hadn't recognized. Most of the men had slug-throwers, but a few of them had streamlined battle-rifles that he recognized from the Iolian-Death Gang back on New-Mecca. It was a shard-shooter. An assault rifle that used a micro-accelerator, using mass-reduce fields and the magnetic force of the lorentz system to propel shards the size of grains of sand at high speeds to literally rip through a target. Extremely potent against unarmored opponents and relatively moderate against armored foes. 

"These are Mark47 Rippers." Dirk remarked, more to himself than Jocasta, though doubtless she heard him. The effectiveness of the gun wasn't entirely the problem, but they used technology that was hard to replicate, which made it stomach-churningly expensive. He grabbed the three that were on the ground and rolled them up in a small duffle bag he had stowed away inside the back compartment of his armor, and walked up to Amber, stepping over smoking corpses until he reached her. 

"Keep these safe for me. Good money in 'em." He told her. 

"Right. Just be careful." She said. "I'll let Sarah and the others know you're on it." 

Dirk turned and walked back to Jocasta and the old man, who was using some sort of ventilator for a moment, as if he had breathing troubles. He seemed to stand up a bit straighter once he took a minute to collect himself, but Dirk didn't need his thermal or gaseous scanner to be able to tell it was some sort of steroid or enhancement, rather than serving as a medicinal salve. The elderly man must either still be working in his advanced age or he saved it for just such an occasion. 

"The east wing is next. We'll move in room by room, but once we get past the first two halls we need someone watching out flank." Dirk stated, but even as he finished a buzzing drone landed on his visor. Dirk didn't move, but one could tell he wasn't amused. Slowly, he plucked the thing off and let it fly away as if it were embarrassed. "Right."

The three of them entered the next corridor, the huge glass doors sliding open with a satisfying 'psst,' and that plus Amber's PA announcement showed the auxiliary power was online. Dirk walked brusquely but with his two DMX blasters out, not hearing or scanning any threats yet but knowing that there had to be at least another batch of men numbered like the ones in the front lobby.