â€œWe canâ€™t just waltz out the front door; they have control over at least 4 satellites.â€ If they moved out in the open too much it would draw attention and give their position away that much quicker. Taylor hoped the wreck site was far enough into the trees that it could be over looked as a fallen building. Luck had never been on his side.<br/><br/>He gathered a few wrist and ankle weights from a shelf beneath all the weapons and shoved them into Mekoâ€™s hands. He had made sure to pick a medium weight; the way Meko was built it would be better if he stayed lean and muscled than have too much bulk. Speed would be one of Mekoâ€™s greatest traits; Taylor knew that without a doubt.<br/><br/>â€œGrab a knife belt and get a set of throwing knives.â€ He instructed as he himself strapped on weights, he wasnâ€™t going to just stand there and watch Meko work. He believed in hands on training and most importantly never ask someone to do something that youâ€™re not willing to do yourself.<br/><br/>Admittedly Taylor had switched his training plans upon seeing how jittery his companion had become from just that little amount of coffee. He was not about to put a gun in those hands. Besides, his little wolf had said he had some experience with knives.<br/><br/>â€œCâ€™mon.â€ Taylor called over his shoulder as he himself grabbed a set of throwing knives and sheathes for them before heading down the corridor and towards the exit of the safe room.