The armory itself was a small room, with a mesh cage closing off the vast majority of it. It had clearly been built to accommodate a variety of weapons, and yet, the only metal case sporting anything other than a bit of dust was the one nearest the cage door, a rack of standard issue Glock 22 .40 (10mm) caliber handguns. Wagner unlocked the cage door, and set out the weapons for the team. Each one had paperwork attached, which all included a ballistics note, to confirm that each was on file with the FBI proper, which Wagner didn't seem to think they were.<br/><br/>"Glock .22, 15 round magazine," he said, explaining, despite knowing that it would be information most of them already had, ".40 caliber, semi-automatic. If you don't know how to use it, read the owner's manual. Your weapon never leaves your sight, it remains loaded as long as you have rounds. Fire your weapon only if you intend to kill what you're shooting at."<br/><br/>He set out the weapons with the paperwork, requiring each team member to sign for their weapon. They already had the fingerprints, DNA, and other relevant data on file.<br/><br/>"You'll also be getting mace. OC spray is considered non-lethal, but isn't as effective as other methods, consider it a deterrent. You'll be issued a taser as well. Very short range, but very effective against unarmored targets, again, read the manual. Finally, handcuffs, these should be pretty obvious."<br/><br/>He clearly already had his own gear, gun at his right hip, and the rest of his equipment stowed neatly along his belt behind it. He set out the rest of the equipment, also registered.<br/><br/>"Alright, when you're ready, the cars are waiting one level up," he said, "any questions?"