The sound of metal upon wood thundered throughout the quiet room as Zenon dropped a hefty sword onto the desk.

A slender brow lifted. "But that would require..."

"You're playing it by ear, remember?" Zenon retorted, fishing out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Ah."

"And you might want this too." he held out a gun.

"No need, I already have one." Hakkai pointed to the silver tranquilizer over on the bookshelf.

Zenon huffed before replacing Hakkai's gun with his own pistol- the machine gun, of course, remained hanging at his side. "That one's for sissies. This one," he said of Hakkai's newly acquired weapon. "Is the real thing."

"For playing it by ear, am I correct?"

A terse nod, then, "And him?" Zenon pointed to the taishou.

"Bring him with you on your way out. Careful, he's a bit heavy."

He could have said something, but...again...they were never on familiar grounds. The marshal would throttle him for it. "What do I tell Goujun?"

"Say that the sandman knocked him out."

Zennon grinned then. The marshal didn't seem as bad a guy as people made him out to be. Then again, the Tenpou Gensui was a man of many faces "Yes, sir." And then he was gone, Kenren Taishou in tow.

Left alone in the room, Hakkai took time to examine his weapons. Looked inside the gun. Fully loaded. He stuck it in his belt then went to the the sword: slick and newly sharpened. It would do nicely.