Chapter 8: Remember the Past, Forget Your Future Part 3

There were switchblades, makeshift knives from pieces of wood, files, and a bottle of hydrochloric acid coming out of the box as Liam continued to dig through the box.

“These seem pretty dangerous.” I threw out there, enthusiasm at an all time low, trying not to touch any of these weapons, as Liam carefully put them back in the box.

“Agreed, we will have to find a way to disperse these between ourselves.” Liam spoke, catching me off guard with his nonchalant response.

“Disperse them? Like, you want to give these out?!” I questioned, my voice raising in disbelief, “Why don’t we just hide them and then just not tell anyone?”

“Well. to start, what if someone finds them and uses them without our knowledge,” Liam rhetorically asked, bringing up valid reasons, “We will not have any way to know who it was.”

“Well…” I tried to continue, before Liam cut me off to continue.