Piet waited for the jet to take off then turn into it's designated direction before he unbuckled.
"We brought you a lucky packet" He said bringing over a large duffle bag. Frits had the plane in autopilot so he and Koos could also come and sit with them.
Opening the bag Koos took out a standard issue AK-47.
"It was a little short notice boet, so we got you this, if it's Alaska I think this will be the best choice anyway, it being so cold there"
Phillip took the rifle from him and nodded "This will do"
"The ammo unfortunately isn't good grade, we gathered up all the old insurgent rounds we had lying around from Angola's days" Koos held one round up.
"It's a bullet, and bullets kill" Phillip said.
What Koos meant by grade in ammo, was the rounds the insurgents used in Angola were not
