Tommy knew he was gonna need something with a bit more reach than his sword, so he turned to the rest of the newly formed team and answered "I got a ride of my own, I'm gonna go prepare for tomorrow. Try not to get yourself killed. By the way, the name is Stitches. I'll tell you my real name when you earn it." Tommy left the bar and rolled up into the parking lot of a Pawn Shoppe and opened the door and walked up to the counter. Tommy nodded to the gun rack "I'm gonna need that AK over there. And three of those 1911's you got behind the counter. And a holster, If you've got one." Tommy pulled out his drivers license from before the accident and waved in front of the owner's face. He kept his head down the whole time "Hey kid come on, how am I supposed to know that's you. Let me see if they match." Tommy pulled out his sword and grabbed the owner's shirt and held the sword to his throat. "Man, I so wish we could have done this the easy way." Tommy muttered to himself as he jumped the counter and started gathering weapons. Once he was finished, Tommy the rest of the money he had on the counter. "There, that should be more than enough. There was probably no need for me to do this, but I couldn't have you call the cops." Tommy strapped on the holster and slung the gun over his shoulder and ran out the door. He rode down the street to see the cops pull into the pawn shop parking lot. "Damn, I got be faster next time. That was almost too close."