Bjorn's voice cut through the silence, firm and decisive. "Take all the weapons away!"
Tatehan turned to look at him, his visor reflecting the Viking's massive frame as Bjorn gestured broadly at the arsenal surrounding them.
"We strip this place clean," Bjorn continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Every gun, every sword, every bomb, every vehicle; we take it all. And then we blow these bases to hell."
Tatehan realized that the man was not wrong. It was the very obvious thing to do in a situation like this.
Bjorn turned, his gaze going across the amphitheater they had just been standing in, the rows of bunks stretching endlessly up the walls. "We have no use for the beds. They're basically worthless. But the weapons? Those are ours now."
