Sword of Vengeance (Bjorn and Zyro #2)[COMPLETED]

12: Chaos in Mandaluyong

After finalizing their plans, Godfrey led the group through the vast expanse of the apartment, past sleek furniture and modern art pieces that screamed wealth and power. They descended a staircase that felt more like a descent into a hidden fortress than a mere apartment building.

They entered a heavy metal door, leading them into a dimly lit room lined with an array of weapons. The room was thick with the scent of oil and metal, and the walls were adorned with ancient weaponry alongside modern armaments.

As they stepped inside, they were greeted by the sight of James, one of Zyro and Bjorn's long-standing rivals. He was busy inspecting a collection of silver bullets, his dark eyes narrowed in focus. The tension in the air was almost palpable as he looked up and met Bjorn's gaze.

"What are you doing here?" James asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

"I could ask the same of you," Bjorn replied, crossing his arms defiantly. "I didn't realize we were sharing toys today."

James smirked, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "Let's just say Godfrey and I have a mutual understanding. He knows where to find quality weaponry."

Godfrey intervened, his voice smooth yet authoritative. "Enough, gentlemen. We have more pressing matters at hand." He gestured to the weapons arrayed around them. "These will be essential for your mission."

Spike wandered over to a wall-mounted display showcasing a variety of gleaming swords and daggers. "So, what's the deal? You just hand over weapons to anyone who strolls in?"

James shrugged, stepping back to allow the others a better view. "Only to those who can handle them. The silver bullets are meant for werewolves; the stakes will pierce the heart of any vampire. This is not a toy shop; this is serious business."

Conrad picked up a sleek, ornate dagger, inspecting its edge. "How do we know this stuff even works?"

James stepped closer, a hint of pride in his voice. "Because I made sure it was tested. Every weapon here has taken down its fair share of monsters. You can trust their efficiency."

Bjorn couldn't help but scoff. "Trusting you is the last thing on my mind, James."

James rolled his eyes, feigning indifference. "Fine. Just don't drop anything on your way out. We wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself."

This bastard was professional.

Godfrey took charge again, directing them to the center of the room where a variety of crossbows awaited them. "This," he said, picking one up, "is crucial for ranged attacks. The crossbow bolts are laced with silver. Use them wisely."

Spike approached, eyeing the equipment with keen interest. "What else do we have?"

Godfrey pointed to a table laden with gadgets. "This is a grappling hook," he said, holding up the device. "It's a handy tool for scaling walls or making a hasty escape. Just aim and fire; it will haul a person up in the air with ease."

Zyro took the grappling hook from Godfrey, testing its weight in his hands. "This could come in handy," he mused. "Especially if we need a quick exit."

Bjorn leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed as he surveyed the impressive arsenal. "So, what's the plan? Load up and hope for the best?"

Godfrey nodded. "Essentially. You'll need to be prepared for anything. The catacombs are dark, filled with dangers both known and unknown.
You have to pass the tunnels of Intramuros. Equip yourselves and remember: trust no one but each other."

With a determined look, Bjorn stepped forward and started selecting weapons, choosing a pair of daggers that felt balanced and lethal in his hands.

As the tension hung in the air, James shot Bjorn a challenging look. "Just remember, if you mess this up, I won't be the only one waiting to take you down."