Sleep came easily, full stomach and a hard workout, her anxiety had no chance to keep her awake.  It did wake her earlier than normal, but the rest of the team seemed to be on the same wavelength.  Sam busy brewing coffee and Bobby making waffles, a warm happy moment, she tried to shake the oppressive fear gripping her heart.  “Good morning, Sara.” Art entered behind her.  “I’ve been working on the new weapons and we should have a substantial chance to do some pretty good damage.”  He was relaxed and gave her a reassuring smile.  Returning his smile, his calmness soothed some of her anxiousness.  Greeting everyone, they settled at the table and waited for Sam and the welcomed coffee.<br/><br/>“Sam, your weapons are ready, and we can go over handling instructions soon.”  Art poured half-n-half in his cup, waiting for the anticipated stimulant.  Sam nodded, as he carefully brought the brimming carafe over to pour into Art’s mug and then Sara’s.  “Bobby, your weapon doesn’t need to be heavy or unwieldy.  I’ve made a new age scimitar with a honed UV blade for you, but your primary weapon is a gun with UV bullets, good on both reapers and lower blood suckers.”  His hands mimicked the size of each weapon as Sara sipped her coffee.  Listening to him, she felt better with each passing moment.  At this point, Bobby carried over a heaping pile of waffles, butter and syrup choices were already on the table.  There was no more talk for a while as the team focused on the wonderful hot goodness in front of them.  Bobby also slipped a plate of link sausages on to the table, earning a mumbled thank you from Sara, mouth too full to form actual words.  One in each hand, her eyes were bright with happiness.  “Ever the graceful eater,” he teased.  Banter back on safe ground, everyone relaxed a bit more.  After a few minutes of concentrated eating, Sara got up to contribute her part to breakfast, slowly making room in the sink for incoming dishes.  “Hey, don’t think we’re not seeing you steal a few more links.”  Bobby called her out.  Smirking, she stuck one in her mouth but put the other one back.<br/><br/>“As long as Sara’s appetite is good,” Sam joked, “Life can’t be that bad.” They finished breakfast and cleared the table, with Sara washing and drying everything. They filed down to Art’s workshop to see the latest of his inventions. Sam’s bow and quiver, Bobby’s deadly scimitar and a Walther PPQ with Art’s own special touches of (UV tipped bullets in multiple magazines for quick loading). For Sara, Art uncovered two upgraded Glock 26 handguns. “They’re lightweight and easy to handle, with the same technology as Bobby’s.” She picked them up, feeling how they fit comfortably in her hands. “Art, did you make something for yourself or will you remain at command center?” Bobby inquired, enjoying the feel of swinging his new sword. The inventor smiled mysteriously, “I’m still working on mine, but it should be ready soon.” Everyone examined their equipment, asking questions and feeling better about their odds. "Well, when should we schedule our next venture to test drive your new toys?" Sara asked, feeling the need to blow something up.