"Excellent." Making his way to the shoe-shelf near the door, Cassidy pulled on his boots and jacket, pulling his hair out from under the collar, making a mental list of things they needed to get. He decided that if she wanted, he could re-teach her how to throw knives just as he was taught by Bill. If knives could hold a charge without being blown to dust themselves, it would make for a good sneak attack.
Once they'd gotten their supplies (and Cass did bring along his spare throwing knives set), they took the Backstage to the middle of a desert, where Cassidy set up the mannequins that they'd bought, along with setting aside a small card table full of strange knickknacks. They'd basically went through the thrift store and blindly filled a cart with anything Henn could easily throw.
Wired on his double espresso, Cass' grin had gone a bit manic. "I think we're ready. Well, the stuff is, how're you?"