[i]Jackson Wolfe hadn't ever seen anything like this. The trip outside of his dimension was his first, as was the trip into space. He'd seen plenty of advanced tech back home, but nothing like what was here. Pulling his cloak down from his mask, he headed off to look for Wilson. He'd figured the armory would be the best place to check, to see what all the Courier was intent on stealing. However, he first stopped by Wilson's Vertibird, which was known more often as the Angel of Death. Walking over to the aircraft, Wolf looked in the cargo bay, and saw nothing but Wilson's typical stuff. Military boxes and belts of ammunition were everywhere. Grenades, rifle parts, weapon attachments, money bags, and pistols lined the inside. His little minifridge full of booze was there too, just behind the pilot's seat. Wilson had made the aircraft remote controllable from his armor, thus, in the flight seat sat a blow-up doll. Laughing a bit, Wolf turned and exited the Vertibird. Walking away from the ship and across the hangar, he headed up to the armory.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]