Aha... There's one, wedged in a corner. Akechi sidles his way past some bulky, metal drawers and wrests it from his hiding spot.

The wood shows signs of wear, and the bristles are coated with dust. He gives it a shake to get rid of at least some of the dust before making his way over. "Well, it's about as worn as the rest of the equipment here, but it's a start."