"A knife?" The man asked. "Hold on." Welters went to his workbench and opened a drawer. He took out a thin black box, but he also took out a knife. The blade was curved and short. It looked like it could tear into something if it were to stab something. The grip looked like a pair of brass knuckles and faced outwards, opposite of the curved blade. "How about this?" He said as he tossed Can the knife.