"I would assume there's a computer in there. Hopefully a safe as well. And I hope a firearm of sorts. I already miss the weight," I say looking down at where the glock was.
"I would assume," I say, pulling the mag out and checking the amount of rounds loaded into it, "they want them for self-defense. We should get to the nearest hospital, make sure that poor sob doesn't die."
We both head back to the other man. "Can you walk?"
I have to wait for Koch.