A few weeks ago my brother rolled in to the compound with several vehicles and several dozen now ex soldiers, driving fully up armored humvees but instead of 50 cals on top they had mini guns, chambered in 7.62 calibers. The only thoughts going through my head were 'thank you god and I love you brother!'. Other than that there were several military transport vehicles, also escorted by ex soldiers, but if anyone was to do a cursory stop, with the paperwork they managed to obtain, they would have likely cleared any simple road block. Or been able to massacre their way through. Either way same result. Me and my brother talked a lot that day, about our plans and what I was going to be doing personally over the next few weeks, how we would keep in touch and how he wanted to flood me with a giant security detail, his complaints are quite justified but I also showed him how I'm not exactly helpless anymore. I showed him my ability with weapons, not that he thought it was anything but skill, but I didn't hold back and he had a what the fuck moment or two. He probably just assumed it came from the same place as my healing powers. Who knows, he didnt ask and i didnt tell. So I was stuck with a twenty person security detail, all skilled and all quite loyal, and heavily, heavily armed and armored, under their coats most of the time.