Yngvar thought a bit. Four guns for the two of them, were they expected to hire help? Then it downed on him and he smiled.<br/>"I think I'll put a sound suppressor on one gun, and carry another without such device. That one I'll use if I need to reload. If dozens of shots are not enough, there would be no need for secrecy... Guess that's why the old devil gave us 4 pistols for the two of us. He knows the trade, indeed!"<br/>Then he thought about something else.<br/>"Any mind-altering drugs? Even as primitive as Sodium penthotal?"