A tool for every job.

"How to proceed with this course of action. I need to get a foot hold in New York." He said to himself. Black talked to himself a lot these days as their was no one he could trust. "Ah I could use the incoming troops to smuggle more muskets in to my men they need to be better armed anyway. You there boy take this letter to my contact in Boston. Tell them we move when the next ship comes in."

Black limped back into the shadows where he made his home.

James was waiting for him, "So you need muskets, you say?"

Black was not afraid of him. Standing there in the shadows it's where he made his home as well. "Forgive me for not acting all scared but how did you manage to traverse my network of tunnels and slip past all my men?" He limped over to his lamp and lit his pipe."good show none the less. I just hole you know who I am." I don't like surprises. He thought as he scratched at his beard.

"Never mind that, Mr Black. I have my hands on a very recent invention that may interest you. Have you heard of the flintlock revolver?"

"If course I have boy. Don't you think that I have been tryin to make a more effective pistol. The really hard part of the problem is not making the gun it's making the barrel sting enough to withstand repeated firing within seconds." Black was sizing him up. "But I think I have stumbled on to something that could fix that." Black scratched his beard again. "Why do you ask Mr. Blake. "