Alexander joined him, crossing his arms to make himself seem bigger. It wasn't an easy feat, though, given he was only five-ten and was cut, not buff.
"Did you count all the crystals and stuff we brought back?" he asked David as they waited.
"Every last crystal and every weapon is accounted for, save for that sword you gave the smuggler in Finland. And I've marked every piece with mana for those who weren't already.
"If someone tries to pocket anything, I'll know immediately. No sticky fingers are getting off this plane with our property," David replied smugly.
"Good. No casualty or heavy wounded, but you can rough them up good," Alex said with a grin of his own.
"There will be no roughing of anyone, gentlemen," Killian interjected, reaching the cargo hold as Alex said this.