Blake stood with blackberry inhand, scrolling through his messages. Nothing new since the last check in, which meant no new information. He exhaled a breath in slight annoyance. "Looks like I get to do things the old fashioned way." he murmured.<br/><br/>He slid the electronic device back into its rather bulky looking holster, shutting the flap down over it. With the ammount of gribblies he was likely to run into, one or other would be capable of messing up his gear, hence the specially shielded holster. It wasn't a sure bet, but any edge was worth having.<br/><br/>He slid the Glock 35 from it's holster and checked the clip. To any trained eye, the rounds would stand out as being something unusual. Each of them was cold iron, a hollowpoint, and filled with one of three different mixtures ... silver nitrate, holy water and a small blob of white phosphorus in an oil solution that kept it from igniting in air. Each also had a small graphite tip. With the gun set to 3 round semi automatic bursts, there was something in there that would hurt just about everything Blake had ever come across.<br/><br/>He slid the clip back into place with the fluid ease of long practice and holstered the gun beneath his jacket. Crossing to the mirror he took a moment to examine his appearance before giving a nod and heading out the door. He had lowlifes to see before the day was through, so the sooner he took in the latest crime scene, the sooner he could be getting some real information as to what was going on in the shadows.