Mist of Steel

"You asked if I'm trying to field a small army," Makary spoke softly, his eyebrows moving down a little bit. "But aren't you the one asking for quite a lot of firepower?"

For a moment, I simply scanned the man's face, weighing the options in my head. 

Should I admit that I was indeed in dire need of some serious heavy hitters? Or should I play it dumb… and try to pretend I was simply trying to get my hands on some new, fancy toys?

'Yeah, as if. The cost of those is way too high for him to believe I want them just to have some fun,' I thought, rolling my eyes over my own, momentary naivete. 

"Right now, I cannot answer this question." I've revealed enough for the day. Nothing good would come from stupidly hinting at what plans I was fostering in my mind, regardless if they involved Makary and his men or not. "A time might come… No, I think a time will come when I will give you the answer. And by then, I might…"