‘What’s this for?’ Tony asked.
‘Nothing that we’ll need on this trip,’ Steel said, trying to divert attention from the equipment.
Tooms squealed like a child in a candy store as he slowly wandered around, then gave a low whistle as he caught a glimpse of the black Ford F-150 Atlas vehicle.
‘Hey, Steel,’ he called out. ‘I thought this was just a concept vehicle?’
‘It was,’ Steel just shrugged as he headed towards a metal locker, remarking: ‘We can expect to be outnumbered, but I don’t believe in being outgunned.’
McCall stood, her mouth open, nodding her head in agreement. ‘Steel, what the hell are you preparing for here, World War Three?’
Steel padded over to a locker from which he extracted four black canvas kitbags, taking one for himself and throwing the rest to the others. ‘What’
