Antonio is as wordless as a shadow. Closely following D as he takes them into the armory. Already knowing what he requires, he makes a beeline for the pistols.<br/><br/>He starts to take each pistol in hand. He flips them skillfully around in circles, holding them at different angles, looking at every nook and cranny. Nearly every pistol he took up was returned to its cradle, not having met whatever standards he had placed on them.<br/><br/>He took a pistol, his fifteenth checked, and twirled it around his fingers. His lips curled up, liking the weight of it. He started to inspect it for any grave deformities and gladly found none. He tucked the pistol into his coat before he went on.<br/><br/>Around thirty seven pistols were examined before Black Tony left with four new pistols tucked into his coat, and a pleased look about him.<br/><br/>He approached D and started to draw each pistol from under his coat. Three revolvers, two pistols, and a silenced pistol were checked out before Tony made his way to the bar where Louie waited for him. He grabbed a bottle for the road and returned to the armory to wait for Markus.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>