Samuel went a bit pale, being so acutely watched by a big predatory lizard, an undoubtedly equally predatory skunk, and a strange little girl with<span style="font-style: italic">things</span>sticking out of her put him a bit out of his comfort zone. The feline quickly drained half his glass to calm his nerves and nodded. "I've mostly dealt with end product," he said. "But I do know the guys that make the stuff, and they make the stuff pretty cheap so they might sell the material for it to you for even cheaper. I have to wonder if they've cut a deal under the table with NIGHT to be able to get this stuff and make it so cheap."<br/><br/>"Anways," he continued, digging through his pockets and pulling out a notepad. He'd torn out the pages that had the contacts on them and destroyed them earlier, but he hadn't really needed them anymore to begin with. He knew them by heart, and quickly began reproducing the list of contacts. A short list of suppliers - all with names that indicated they were small organizations rather than singular individuals - and a longer list of sellers, both had addresses listed. He ripped out the note and offered it to Ferrus. "There you go. You're free to do what you want to them as far as I'm concerned. I've recently quit, you see. I will warn you that most are armed in some fashion or another. Not bright to be unarmed and have stuff people want, you know?"