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Grant listened to the one-armed man as he moved over to the backpack. As he spoke, though, Grant tried to formulate a plan in his head. If what the older man speculated was true--that they would only send about three, hopefully the odds would be in their favor. "If you think you can use anything from this bag, be my guest." Grant moved over to the backpack to inspect what was inside. Great; just a few cans of food. While these would be good in most situations, as food always was, there were of no use in their current position. "I'm Grant, by the way." He held out a hand to Alex; making sure it was his right hand, so they could shake unimpeded.

"Y'know, I dunno if I can use the beans," He said, twinges of an east coast accent ringing in his voice, "But we might be able to use the backpack." With that, he dumped the beans on the ground. Without bothering to ask permission, he pulled both of the straps out. Wrapping one around both hands, he pulled it taut, then handed one strap over to Viktor and kept one for himself. Also, he handed the bag over to Saraphine. "Me n' this guy can strangle the guys around the neck. Meanwhile, you can pull the bag over a guy's head, if need be." He said, pointing to Saraphine and the bag. "You," he said, nodding over to Alex and picking up a can of beans, "Can smack a guy if it comes to that. Anybody have any better ideas?"