"I'll start by sharing my thoughts," Harley said. "Since we have combat personnel, the first thing we need is an equipment area with all kinds of specialized gear, like firearms, knives, vehicles, and so on."
Deathstroke nodded. "That's true enough. Get me a couple of weapons that suit my hand, and that'd be better than anything else."
Harley grabbed a sheet of paper from nearby and said, "Write down whatever weapons each of you needs. Be specific about the model and quantity if possible, and I'll have someone buy them."
"But don't get too carried away. I can't get heavy weapons here, and even if I could, they'd be hard to transport in. If Gordon catches us, he'll definitely nag me to death again."
Deathstroke was clearly very interested in getting weapons. His face practically said, "I want to use company money to buy myself some private goodies," and with a grand flourish of his pen, he began writing furiously.
Harley handed paper to everyone else as well. However, it was obvious that the others had little interest in weapons and equipment. Either they weren't the type to fight head-on, or they could beat people up without weapons, so naturally they had no need for firearms.
"You're not writing anything?" Schiller asked Jack in a low voice.
"You expect me to shoot people with a rifle?" Jack shot back.
"Didn't you hear her? Equipment can include vehicles. If you're not trading in for a new car now, then when?"
Jack's eyes lit up at once, but then he looked at Harley somewhat sheepishly and asked, "Any vehicle?"
"Do you want to buy a truck? That's fine too. We could use one for hauling things anyway. Just don't get anything too outrageous. If it crushes the roads, Gordon will still come