"What have you got for me, Guys?" Joe asked as he entered the hanger that Stallion, Kelth, and the resistance scientist, Freddy Collins, used as a makeshift lab. The resistance had taken about a day to move its science equipment down to Williamsport. They had taken the suggestion to move operations seriously, and were still deciding if it was necessary. Now, at two o'clock in the morning, it looked as if they had moved onto alien weapons. The odd variations of black metaled weapons were laid out, some dismantle, others practically blown apart. "It would explain a lot." He had fired blind.