"I do suggest you figure out what you'll bring since they're quite a ways from here," he said as he leaned against the wall, "If anything, we need to decide what kind of weaponry we need to bring to defennd ourselves."

"You want to see my stash don't you?" Beck says putting on his shirt.

"I wasn't aware you had one. If you wish to show me, then let that be your choice," he said, pulling a small book from his bag and tossing it to Beck, "Here, you might want to read through it to get a good idea what we'll be up against. It contains every encounter I've had with them. There's details on both their weapons and armor."

"The thing about my stash is the fact I break it out when its a long trip." Beck grabs it and places it beside him. Beck moves his bed to show a big lockbox.

"I see," he said, stepping aroud to see, "We have a few weeks to prepare as my shoulder heals. We'll need to be at our best for this."

Beck opens the box. There was weapons and ammo gallor.

"can't say I was expecting that. What all do you have in there," he asked, looking over the weapons.

There was everything from military c4 slingshots to a old should mounted machine gun.

"No wonder you had this hidden. Not many know how to use these, but a great amount of damage could be done regardless," he said, running a hand over one of the machinegun barrels, "I almost want to know where you got these, but I'll leave that to you."

"Old military installation. I packed it here myself n been sleeping on it since." He grins thinking what he did to get to it. His go-t longer than he usually kept it.

"Wouldn't happen to be the bunker a few miles south of here would it," he asked, "I found it a few weeks ago, but there was nothing left inside aside from a few pieces of cloth."

"The rest I couldn't get or find was blown. No sense in having someone blow me up before I could blow them up." He looks at an old cigerette pack inside and picks it up.

"Makes sense to me. No need in giving someone the chance to hit first. That can prove to be very painful," he said, rubbing the spot he had pryed a scale from.

"Here. It's called a bulletproof vest." Beck hands the heafty vest over to Nathaniel.

"This will help protect form the bowguns, but the other weapons might get through," he said, taking the vest and looking over, "I might be able fix some of my old scales to it to help with that though."