Shortly before nightfall, he made one final trip to pick up the last piece of equipment. With it safely nestled in his pocket he walked back into the hotel suite. Sherlock gave him a nod of acknowledgement, and Amelia smiled from her seat at the table. Both were ready and waiting. “We'll leave in half an hour,” he said. Without waiting for a reply, he hurried through to the bedroom, where he'd have some privacy, and fetched the waterproof bag he planned to take with him on the mission. He'd given Amelia and Sherlock a waterproof torch each, but that meant he had the only normal one. Thankfully, he also carried several bags that could be easily attached to a belt. He slipped the gun he'd just acquired inside, along with the torch already in there. Once he'd changed into more practical clothes for the mission, he attached the bag to his belt and went back to the table. Amelia didn't look like she'd moved, but Sherlock was pacing. “Do you know what you're doing?” he asked Amelia. She nodded, not doing a very good job of hiding the slight shiver that ran through her, but she set her jaw and he noticed the familiar steely look in her eyes.
