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Tom watched her movements carefully, noting that, as she moved, several of the knives "mysteriously" disappeared. He was at a poor angle to see how she did it, but it didn't change the fact that she was concealing weapons beneath her clothes. Well, crap. That complicated things. Lifting his right hand to his mouth, he placed his thumb against his lips as he thought. He had knives of his own tucked carefully into his overcoat, so now they were close to evenly matched. He doubted she had much fighting experience - knives or otherwise - but it didn't really matter since he didn't, either.

Entering the kitchen, Tom went directly to the wall opposite Monica. She was busy collecting her weapons, but he made sure to glance back and check her position often. He didn't want to be caught off guard, after all. The first thing he collected was a large fork, quickly discarded when he couldn't think of a use for it. The next thing he picked up was a skillet. It was heavy and had to be held with both hands. It could be used as a makeshift shield, but that meant he couldn't hold any weapons. He kept the handle sticking out over the counter's edge so he could grab it easily if he needed to. He chose a cutting board, much lighter and easier to wield, before making his way back to Monica.

Perhaps he would look like he was just trying to help Drake by putting the wooden board back where it belonged, or maybe she would realize his intent. Either way, he approached her from behind and started to lift the board with the intent of striking the back of her head.