[The very best, really. Honestly, the more people he can pawn his work off on the better; 'picks up' may not be quite truthful. Whatever. Not important. What is important is that Hank thinks that 'future' equals 'ray-guns'.]

Nu-uh, no energy weapons here.

[He pats the piece at his side, nodding towards the one his dream has designated for Hank.]

Just good, old-fashioned lead. Most things still go down just as easy without anything fancy. I mean, yeah, some people like using lasers and all that - not that I wouldn't, don't get me wrong, people just keep, ah, hiding them from me- but it's easier and sometimes less messy to put a bullet in something.

[Flashing a wink to his companion, he motions for him to follow through the underbrush.]

Just keep an eye on my six and we'll be golden.