Den logged into Torr as he put the VPN on and surfed through the layers of Onion to reach the Black Market, he needed a Magnum .357 for Bisar who could not be left unarmed in the 1992 Ford, incase there was a chase or otherwise if someone tried to sabotage their mission by unknowingly targeting the car.

"So, is the plan clear to everyone?", Den had asked all of them. Ella had replied, " Everything is fine but I can see a big hole in the plan which is they might send a chopper after y'all and might track your movements upto the ditch and just straight up bomb and kill you all." This had put Den in a dilemma, a chopper is a possibility which he hadn't thought about, he knew the only way to get around a helicopter was getting a rocket launcher, and those things cost a fortune, but then suddenly he thought of something, he put it forward to everyone, "Okay so if that happens, I think we've gotten two ways of handling it, one we fire rockets at them, and that'll just make it more complicated and the army might get involved, the better solution is that we spray paint the car, use counterfeit number plates and escape to the nearest ditch where Bisar will pick us up, sounds good?", everyone nodded in assent and unison but Ella still looked sceptical. She said, "I think there's an additional thing to do, that is buy a drone, you know we'll need live info about how they'll try to cope with that situation and since we don't have anyone from the hall as an insider l, we won't know what's going on, right?", "But Ella, honey the drone...