Zephyr nods. "Right away," he said, running downstairs into the living room where the others sat.
Jeff started to drag the man to the interrigation room. "C'mon," he said. "It's time for..."
"Jeff, gather the others and get to the rooftop," Zephyr said, coming down the stairs. "I'll collect the weapons. Now hurry!"
"Fine," Jeff said. He started to walk off, then looked down at the gunner. "I'm not donw with you yet..."
Isabel came downstairs, now dressed in some sort of lightweight body armor worn over a t-shirt and black jeans. "I'll help you," she said, picking out a few guns and a broadsword from the pile and slipping them in holsters on the armor. She held up a satchel like Zephyr's and smiled. "Let's share the load."
The demon hunter nodded. "Good plan..." Zephyr started putting some of the weapons into his satchel while Isabel filled her own with some. Slinging a sniper rifle over his own shoulder, Zephyr sudden;y got an idea. "You got enough?"
"Yeah," the black cat replied. "Why?"
Zephyr smiled. "Head upstairs... there's something I need to do down here first...."