All three men are wearing black cargo pants and black hooded pullover sweatshirts. But what catches Vivienne’s attention the most is what’s attached to their legs. Strapped to Red’s and Andrew’s right thighs, and Connor’s left, are black guns. Mikah notices Vivienne’s unease. “Are those necessary?” he asks them. “They are.” Andrew steps forward and hands Mikah a bag. “Inside you will find pants, a sweatshirt and a pair of boots.” Mikah takes the bag from him. It weighs more than what pants, boots and a sweatshirt should weigh, and Mikah knows that there is a holster and gun inside for him. The gun doesn’t bother Mikah – he knows how to shoot; it’s just been a long time. “Why don’t you go change? We’re going to explain some things to Vivienne.” “I’d like to be here for that.” “No need, lad,” interjects Red. “We’re just going to discuss what she’s going to do and how she’s going to do it. Go change.” Mikah nods hesitantly, then looks to Vivienne and smiles.
