Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

security just like at the airports for X-ray and random search. We have to figure out how to hide the weapons and other equipment in your luggage, and we’ll have to be creative, since the bags will go with a valet. So fork it all over.”
    Ty and Zane both grudgingly pulled out their service weapons, followed by their backups and any other weaponry they had hidden on them. They placed each piece into the plastic box. When Ty was done, he smoothed a hand over his jacket and nodded to Knight, but Knight merely sighed impatiently as he watched them. Ty shook his head and watched with a hint of amusement as Zane continued piling hidden knives into the bucket.
    There was a moment of silence after the last thin throwing knife was placed inside. “Is that all?” Knight drawled, unimpressed.
    Zane rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He always carried those knives when he was working out of the office; it was an odd quirk Ty hadn’t seen in any other civilian agents. The skill and habit came courtesy of some extra training Zane had lucked into at the academy to make up for his lack of police or military experience. Ty approved, though he wouldn’t tell Zane that.
    “Well. Now that we’ve established dominance, follow me,” Knight said with a roll of his eyes.
    “I feel naked now,” Zane muttered.
    Ty glanced at Zane and winked at him. Zane hadn’t really had a chance to meet many of the support staff in the Baltimore office yet, and Ty probably wasn’t the best person to introduce him around, not with the reputation Ty had garnered.
    “You look like you had a rough night,” Knight commented over his shoulder as they trailed along behind him.
    “Just doing some research for the case,” Ty responded with a shrug of one shoulder.
    “Sure you were,” Knight muttered with a smile.
    They followed Knight to a small conference room, where Special Agent in Charge Dan McCoy sat waiting for them. McCoy stood when they walked in, looking them both over critically.
    “I almost didn’t you recognize you myself,” he finally said with an approving nod. “Let me see the arm,” he said as he held his hand out to Ty.
    Ty shrugged out of his jacket and rolled his sleeve up, turning his bicep toward McCoy. His tattoo was no longer there. It was odd looking down at his arm and seeing nothing but skin.
    “How’d they do it?” McCoy asked in real interest.
    “Some sort of synthetic,” Ty answered unhappily. “They glued it down.”
    “Looks pretty good if you don’t know you’re looking for it. We’ll make certain to have spare parts in your luggage somewhere,” Knight commented as he leaned closer and peered at Ty’s arm. Ty put his hand on Knight’s forehead and pushed him away.
    “Personal space, man,” Ty told him with a good-natured smirk. He heard Zane stifle a snort.
    “Speaking of personal space, let’s get right down to your toys for this one,” McCoy said as he nodded to Knight.
    Knight turned to a rolling table much like the kind on which surgeons kept their instruments and picked through an array of devices sitting there. He lifted a pair of sunglasses and turned to hand them to Zane. He handed another to Ty. They were unusually heavy as he hefted them in his palm.
    “Stylish,” Ty commented drily.
    “Shut up. They’re embedded with a video feed here,” Knight told Ty as he pointed to the upper left portion of the frames. “The other side holds a battery with enough juice for about an hour of recording or three hours of transmission. Use it sparingly. There’s no recharging it.”
    “Okay,” Ty mumbled as he turned the glasses over and frowned at them.
    “I’m not sure what good these will be,” Zane murmured, setting them aside.
    “One of your goals is to take pictures of the men involved. We figured a Nikon might raise suspicion,” McCoy told them. Ty and Zane both nodded slowly.
    “And this is your document scanner,” Knight said as he cradled a long device in both palms. It was roughly the size of a ruler, just slightly thicker. “You know how to use one of these, right?” Knight asked Ty dubiously.
    “Push the button, scan the document,” Ty answered obediently.
    “And no using it as a club. It’s not built for violence,” Knight admonished.
    “I only did that one time!” Ty argued. “And to be fair I’m pretty sure it was already — ”
    “Can it, Grady. No more using sensitive tech gear to maim, understood?” McCoy interrupted.
    “Yes, sir,” Ty said in a