I start ticking off a list on my fingers. “Bone blades, Zurki made, if I can get them, but anything from the Bone Isles will do. A pulse bow and two XD pistols, fourth gen preferably with thigh holsters. A belt of PHaSR grenades. Half a dozen batiirien spikes. A grappling gauntlet. A few fang breakers, you know, the ones that look like necklaces,” I tell them, circling my throat with my pointer finger. “Fuck the fae, are you robbing a blood bank with all that?” Farrow asks, his dark eyes wide with shock. I shrug. “I’m game if you are.”
