Stacey lifted her eyes to look at her father. She really didn`t want to see him right now, and he would know that. It must be something important for him to have come down to the basement.
"Gold. It has the smae effect that silver has to werewolves. You have silver-plated weapons, but not gold." He didn`t meet either of their eyes, and just walked over to one side. in the display case, there were two heavy-duty guns with three locked drawers under it. James ran his hand over the front of it, and it clicked open.
"I want you to take these, but be careful with them." He got out four boxes of bullets and magazines and two knives. The blades were silver, though. Stacey looked up at her father with a questioning gaze.
"White gold." He explained. "If you pulled out a gold knife, Jonathan would know it. These aren`t so easy to noticeable."
Stacey stepped forward and took the weapons in both hands. She handed two of the boxes and one of the knives to Aiden.
"Be careful with that." She mummured softly as she handed him the knife. "The blade is almost as sharp as the other one." By 'the other one' she meant the one with the Ouroboros engraved on it.
"You`ll want to get a few sheaths, so it doesn`t cut you." She added. She didn`t even seem to notice that she was standing there in nithing but a tank top and not-very-long shorts, along with her matching sheaths that were strapped closely to her body.