<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004080"><b>L</b>ance bowed to his superior before he slid out of view. Obviously quick on his feet, his simple walk had him out of the room within moments. Turns and ignored turns passed as he made his way to the armoury, eyes set on the next turn ahead of him until he finally slipped into the larger room. Sending his gaze over the many assorted tools, armor pieces, weapons and shields. Sifting his gaze over the many new-age weapons, he sought out certain parts and accessories for a pair he quickly picked up. Glocks were known for their durability, ability to fire in harsh conditions. This dependability was something he could admire, though they lacked punch. The man toiled over the table, taking silencers for each, as well as a trio of replacement clips for both guns, counting up six of the extended magazines. He carefully found secure places for these new weapons, as well as their ammo. Two mags were filled with silver rounds, another two held explosive rounds, and the last two, held simple slugs. Screwing the silencers on tediously, he kept to himself, only glancing at anyone in the room for a moment.</span>