"...I'm sure they will be able to check you out properly once we get you back. And here, let me-" He reached out, slipping fingertips inside the collar rim and tugging. It took a few tries, but the lock finally snapped, and he tossed the crude thing aside.

Then, surprisingly, he offered Cliffjumper the gun.

"Here, take this one, and give me back my own. I know that one better, and you are not going unarmed this time around."