(TYLER)
Obtaining a gun and a knife is a surprisingly simple operation, although the contact Miles gave me took some convincing that I was who I said I was. Even after using the password, he looked doubtful. It was only when I told him that I was there on behalf of Sasha Adonis, that he nodded. Then he took me through into a cement-walled backroom, and let me take my pick of the weapons he had to offer.
I took the smallest caliber gun he had, because was most similar to the one Sasha had trained me with, and a knife, stubby and squat, but deadly in the right hands. Mine are not the right hands; in fact, if I get to a point where I'm left with no other option than the knife, it'll be pretty much the end, but I took it just in case I'll need something to cut ropes or zip ties.
