<em>The previous night in an abandoned church outside of town at around 9pm</em><br/><br/>Jacob sighed as he inspected the weapons for the hundredth time in the past hour.  He had requested T91 assault rifles, he had other personal "favorites" on his list but he felt getting something that was manufactured and used over in Taiwan, would in his mind make it harder to at least trace the sale should anything go wrong.  But here sat Russian AKMS assault rifles; a folding stock variant on the most widely known and perhaps "iconic" terrorist weapon ever made.<br/><br/>Cursing under his breath, Jacob made a mental note not to use that guy Wes he had been referred to for anything.  Wes might of delivered on time and on a rather demanding timetable...but he hadn't exactly delivered what Jacob had requested.  After closing up the crate, Jacob gave a resigned nod to his hired thugs which loaded the crate up into a van parked out behind the church.<br/><br/>Muttering a final curse, Jacob left the church and headed back towards town where he was supposed to meet the crew for this job at some bar.  He would worry about which one later, for now he had other things on his mind and he still had a small drive back to town.