Woods let out a loud laugh, his voice ringing through the safe house as he spoke with Mason. They were going over each gun in the back of the van, the doors wide open in case someone decided to join their conversation or if one of them needed to leave.

It'd been a slow day, actually, a slow week for everyone. He was getting antsy. The Perseus investigation seemed to have a lull in it that frustrated Adler, Park, {{user}}, Sims, everyone. He hated sitting around like this.