Mordechai took his issued equipment silently and without comment, the pistol looking like a toy in his massive hand. The shoulder holster fit, at least, which was surprising based on what he knew about government agencies - though it was unlikely he'd be using it. He knew how to handle a gun, you didn't survive long in the inner city unless you did, but he preferred to kill with his hands, bare or otherwise. Fists didn't leave fingerprints if you had gloves on, and couldn't be traced with things like ballistics tests. Peeling away from the group, he returned to his room long enough to retrieve his steel knuckledusters and his pair of weighted sap gloves, both items he'd employed in the past and that were custom-fitted to his hands.<br/><br/>The addition of 'Agent Mayhew' to the team barely phased him as he returned to the group outside the cars, and in fact was somewhat welcome. Mordechai knew he was anything but inconspicuous, so the more flashy and attention-getting people he was assigned to work alongside, the fewer details anyone would remember about him.