"Alright, just give me a minute to situate myself."
Norum picks his satchel off the ground and shakes it off, then slowly digs inside to retrieve his 159, which he removes he removes from his bag and keeps pointed at the ground. He releases the mag into his support hand and tucks it in his vest pocket, then releases the chambered round from the chamber and catches it before it hits the ground. He then retrieves the magazine again and loads the round back into the magazine.
Xang rolls his head to direct a thug to come forward and retrieve his pistol, which Norum places in the man's outstretched hand as well as the magazine with the 13 rounds in it. He then digs once more in his bag and places the switchblade in the thug's hand in its retracted position.
"Don't lose it", Norum says gruffly to the man.
"Don't worry, I'll take extra good care of it," the man replies, stepping back before absentmindedly tossing the gun and the magazine to some other nameless mook, who fumbles to catch them, the magazine being deflected into a nearby car's rear side panel, the car that you all arrived in. The alarm goes off as all the cartridges spill out of the magazine.
Another thug with a compact SMG pointed at Ryde's legs walks up to Ryde and holds out an open palm. "Your weapons."
The three thugs inside are getting restless, and a second one with the compact SMG to his left speaks up, "C'mon fella, we ain't got all night."
