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(Setting) Cain's Gallery, Workshop
| "I think it's somewhere here..."
>AM says as he looks around in the second room.
| >Eleanore looks around, she seems impressed
"I only wish I had a workshop like this, imagine all the things I could do!"
| "Ask Cain for my job, and you can have it."
>AM finally comes back with a plastic crate, dragging by one of it's handles.
"This should be the box."
>He says as he gets it in to the workshop.
| >Eleanore shakes her head
"I'm more suited for action, not smithing, sure I like it but I'd rather help people first hand"
>The young girl smiles
| "Fair enough. but heed my word. It catches up to you."
>AM says as he opens the plastic crate, revealing 20 Vepr-12s.
"I have a few my ass..."
>AM grabs one, setting it on the table, and another in to his hands, studying it.
| >The Vepr-12 looks perfectly identical to a Kalashnikov rifle, apart from the thicker barrel, and thicker magazine.
| "So you want anything done to it? try handling it."
>AM points to the gun on the table.
| >Eleanore inspects the weapon, and the magazine before nodding deeply
"Looks good to me, is it semi auto?"
| "Yeah, but I can make it auto."
>He says, putting it down on the workbench.
| >Eleanore seems happy
"If you wouldn't mind adding that I would love it"
| "I guess I will then."
>AM begins striping the rifle, and ordering parts on the 3D printers.
| >Eleanore looks interested in the proceedures and watched along while AM was working
| >A square jawed PD officer enters the gallery, holding up a PDA as if he walked with given directions
"Excuse me is this the ummm 'gallery'"
| ^(the store part of the gallery, door bells jingle or something)
| >Eleanore jumps up, and shakes AM's shoulder
''I think someone's here Mr.Anomeat, what are we suposed to do?''
| >AM finishes disassembling the shotgun, standing up.
"We go say hi. I still work here, officially."
>AM goes upstairs, to greet the officer
"This is the gallery, officer, how may I help?"
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"I'm here to pick up a package for Lieutenant Rys."
>The officer reads something through his PDA
"uhhh 'Forgot to pick up, lots happened, Can't come personally, Intense paperwork'"
| "I will need a badge, ID, and a phonecall to Rys. Or she can come down herself."
>AM crosses his arms.
| "Alright hold on"
>The officer fiddles with his PDA for a while. before putting it down
| /Operator? You there buddy? Can you patch me through to Lietenant Rys?/
>AM speaks in to the collar.
| /Right right right right The package, Corporal Müller'd be there to pick it up. Should've said earlier right/
>The all too-familiar voice comes through the collar as expected
| >Along with that, Müller pulls out his badge
| "I hope you understand the stringency. Prototypes and all."
>AM checks out the badge, taking it's details, and presents a holo-tablet, where on Müller would sign.
| >Name: Cpl. Herman Müller
>Irregular Operations
>Age: 29
>Badge number: 149
>Müller shrugs and signs the document
| >AM goes downstairs, and comes back with a plastic briefcase.
"In here is the prototype and 200 rounds, and 3 spare magazines. Lose this, and by the contract you signed, you and Rys will be responsible for material and R&D costs. I will know exactly where the prototype is at all times, and if it is tampered with, I am legally allowed to assume that the prototype is broken. I will also know when, and where the briefcase is opened."
| /Free gun, weekly report on handling. Sure thing. Tracking chip- no dice for ops. Would rather buy it./
>Ferris speaks in a hasty, distracted manner. The sound of shuffling papers can be heard
| "Woah I could've sold my soul"
>Müller's eyes widen in surprise, regretting signing a something similar to a User License Agreement without actually reading the terms and conditions
| "Lucky for you, Ferris is a good friend. Oh and the tracking can be disabled, just give me a heads up of 24h, and I'll disable it."
>AM says to both Ferris and Müller.
| /That works Thanks. Get Hermann a copy for me to sign as well. Bit busy to tease you about what you just said, Got to go/
>Ferris closes, tacitly expressing her going back into focus on some task
| >AM sends Ferris a copy of the agreement to her phone. As to how he knows... Remains a mystery.
"Done. Now if you mind, I got an automatic shotgun to make."
>AM goes back downstairs, leaving Müller with the suitcase.
| >AM finishes working on the shotgun, putting it back together.
"I've installed the full auto, and a adjustable gas block to adjust the rate of fire. I've also threaded the barrel, and attached a choke, to mitigate muzzle recoil, and decrease spread. You want to test it?"
| >Eleanore takes the gun, and inspects it, nodding her head along despite not understanding a single thing AM just said
"I uh, can I try it out really?"
| "Yep. I have to test something else anyway."
>AM goes to the storage room, and comes back, holding a Super Shorty, a box of half-shells and 2 boxes for Eleanore's gun.
"I've managed to squeeze a double action in to this shotgun and modified the feed to make it semi-auto, but I haven't tested the feel, you want to try it after your shotgun?"
| >Eleanore looks surprised
"Can I really? I would like that very much"
>Eleanore smiles, she looks a bit excited
| "Come on, lets experiment."
>AM goes down the staircase (The same one that connects the Gallery and Apts) and in to a sound proofed gun range.
"You need targets?"
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| >Eleanore follows AM, and enters the range
"H-Huh, sure I could use a few targets"
>She gets close to the range and picks up the gun, and loads it with expert movements, cocking it and then getting ready.
| "Alright. Staging."
>AM presses a few things on the terminals, letting targets pop.
"Go when you feel like it."
>He takes the booth next to hers, loading the shotgun, and a drum mag for Eleanore, after she finishes the stick of ammo in the gun.
| >Eleanore breathes in and starts shooting in rapid successions, her arms taking care of most of the recoil as she shoots the targets, emptying a magazine but reloading the drum mag in a heartbeat, never once switching into semi auto firing
>She laughs a little, and seems to be enjoying herself
| >AM finishes loading his shotgun, and holds it in one hand, firing shots in a timed pattern. Shoot, 1, 2, Shoot. He finishes the rest of the tube, before turning to see how Eleanore mag dumps a whole box of ammo.
"Damn..."
| >Eleanore finishes her shooting and breathes in deeply.
>She stares at the blasted targets and starts blushing
"I-I Huh, huh, i'm sorry you had to see that, I get really intense with a gun in my hands" >She mumbles, blushing deeply
| "You could have told me you needed extra mags. Anyway, lets see how you did."
>AM taps a few buttons on the terminal, bringing the paper target close to Eleanore. AM himself gets close too, to point out the hits.
"The Choke gave you tighter groups, but it makes a few of your mistakes visible. Your vertical recoil control is near perfect, shown by this semi horizontal line, but you need to get a better grip on your horizontal recoil. Otherwise? Pretty good, especially speed."
| >Eleanore nods, still embarrased
"Yeah, I still got some things to work on I guess"
>Eleanore fidgets a bit after saying that, not sure if she should say anything... She shakes her head
"W-Want me to try out that other gun?"
| "Sure. It's a shorter barrel, without a compensator, so it will kick MUCH harder."
>AM hands her the gun, along with some half shells.
"It can usually hold 2+1 standard shells, but the half stuff lets you fit in 4+1."
>AM steps back, giving her space.
| >Eleanore gets in position, and aims at the target, slowly, carefuly.
>She breathes in and shoots once, her arms once again taking in much of the recoil, she continues firing, carefully until she empties the shells.
"I, huh, Really like this one, I love how strong it kicks"
>The girl says, turning back to AM
| "That's why I offered it first. But I guess you need something bigger. Pass that here?"
>AM holds out his hand for the Super Shorty.
| >Eleanore passes the gun to AM, with a curious expression on her face.
| >AM begins loading full shell slugs, only getting 3 of them in, the slugs seem... Different. AM holds the Shotgun in one hand, a remote detonator in the other.
"Take a good look at that concrete wall there."
>AM points to the now independent standing wall. He begins to fire with one hand, barely moving the hand, while looking at the remote detonator's LED light up. 1 LED, 2 LED, 3 LED.
"I'd get in to cover if I was you."
>AM ducks under the counter of the shooting range.
| >Eleanore ducks too, her face shows excitation
"do it!"
| >AM squeeEs the detonator multiple time to set it off and three medium bangs go off.and AM stands up, he sees half a meter holes in each one of the spots he shot at.
"Damn"
| >Eleanore gets up and sees the destruction
"Well, this certainly packs a punch"
>She laughs a little
| "Alright. That's it for testing. Let me just take a photo and notes..."
>AM begins his documenting process
| >Eleanore observes AM taking notes, while clutching her newly accquired automatic shotgun, a smile on her face.
| "Done, and Done."
>AM puts away his notepad and phone.
"So all we need for you a a carry bag, few boxes of ammo, and a few spare magazines.
| >Eleanore salutes
"Aye Aye sir"
>She immidiatly starts blushing and waves her hands around
"T-that was just, force of habit, do-don't mind it..."
>She grabs a few boxes of ammo
"P-Please don't think i'm weird or anything..."
| >AM laughs, as he walks over to the storage room
"El. Your standing next to a guy who served for a decade. I get it."
>He says as he walks out, holding a bag, 4 magazines, and a metal container of ammo.
"Don't worry about the boxes. Just come by when the container runs dry, and Cain will fill you up."
| >Eleanore scratches her cheek
"Yeah, alright, I'll do that, thanks Mr.Anomeat"
>She says, seemingly relaxed by AM's response
| "And stop calling me Mr. AnoMeat. You make me feel like I'm 60."
>AM says as he packs the shotgun and magazines in to the bag, handing it to Eleanore.
| "I'm sorry, should I just call you Anomeat? Or AM maybe?"
>The girl apologizes quickly, bowing in an almost perfect 90 degree angle before trying to correct herself, all the while accepting the bag of ammunition
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"Whoa, El, relax. Anything goes, as long as it's not Mr."
>AM says worryingly.
"I don't deserve that kind of respect anyway."
| >Eleanore shakes her head
"my father told me to treat my elders well"
"N-not that i'm saying you're old or anything, just huh, older than I am, atleast I think."
>Her voice gets calmer and she looks straight into AM's eyes
"plus, I think you do deserve the respect AM, I mean it, don't put yourself down like that"
| "I... Thanks."
>AM looks down.
"Look. I got to go get busy with the doc. Thanks for the arm."
| >Eleanore shakes her head
"Don't mind it"
>She shakes AM hands and leaves
"May we meet again, AM, it was a pleasure"
| "See ya, El. It was a pleasure."
>AM sees her out of the workshop, before beginning to work on his arm.
"Now maybe I'd I did this..."
| >A person enters the gallery, in a very loud manner, boots stomping around and cursing all the while.
"Anyone here, or did I get the wrong adress *again*"
>A strange voice calls out
| >AM straps the leg holster for his supershorty on, and heads upstairs to greet the person.
"Hello! Welcome to Cain's Gallery."
| >A small girl in a plug suit with black hair and golden reptilian eyes, wearing some kind of mantle and transporting a case appears before his eyes
"Good, seems I got the god damn place right at least"
>The Girl cocks an eyebrow
"You Cain?"
| >AM checks his phone, before noticing her... smol stature.
"Yeah. I'm Cain."
| >The girl looks at the man, before nodding
"Good, I brought what you wanted to see"
>The girl gets on her tiptoe to drop the case in front of him
"You can open it and comfirm the quality of the goods, i'm sure you'll be quite pleased"
| >AM opens the case, taking out the G11.
"A proto, from a few decades ago. Let me check the serial for authenticity."
| >The girl looks smug
"Sure, go right ahead, check whatever you want, you can even shoot it if you like"
| "Don't bite your tounge."
>AM says, irratated at the smugness.
"Looks like it checks out. How much was it again?"
| >The girl narrows her eyes, and clicks her tongue, seemingly irritated at the comment
''1500 zenny, a real bargain, I was about it to throw it out anyway''
| "Done."
>He places 2 cred-chips. 1000z and 500z.
"Only fools throw away prototypes."
| >The girl smirks
''Which is why I sold it, I know that better than anyone, I even worked in the weapons buisness. but clutter is clutter, and that sexy SR9 ain't gonna make a new wall to sit on''
>The girl takes the money, making it dissapear with a flick of her hand, a classic magic trick.
| "Which SR9? The Pistol? The shit Ruger one?"
>AM looks at her in confusion.
| >The girl shakes her head
''Never been a fan of pistols, i'm talking about the Vintage Rifle''
>She points towards the G11
''It was made by the same company as that baby over there, Heckler and Koch, Back when Germany was a thing''
>She shows a wicked smile and laughs a bit
''I got many of their pieces, Took me years to assemble some of them, tons of work, especially my XM29 and the P46''
>She shrugs
''And even then i'm missing the cartridges to shoot with em''
| >AM grins wide.
"Oh really..."
>He puts away the G11 in to the case, putting the case away as well.
"You should have said so. I got the schematics to most of their stuff when I came to GC. I've been working on modifying a particular rifle of theirs, the HK417. It might put the SR9 to shame."
| >The girl looks surprised
''You have a 417? holy fuck, working and all?''
>The girl smiles almost ecstatically, jumping up and down
''High powered and everything?? what Specs? please tell me it's a full sized A2 Sniper model in all it's 508mm glory!''
| "It's 'Sniper' Model, but I can print out more uppers to switch the size. I got it running with a self-wetting silencer, double-action trigger, muffled internals. Oh and a 6-30x scope, with canted BUS. I call it the AM417."
>AM leans on the counter.
"But I got something even better."
| >The girl looks at you, dead in the eyes
''Oooh? come on don't keep me waiting mate, I need to know!''
>You can hear something snap on the ground behind her, a scaly tail is repeatedly beting the floor, in excitement
''Come onnnnn!!!''
| "It's better if I show you, but you got to hand your guns over."
>AM holds his hand out.
| >The girl clicks her tongue in annoyance
''Sure, sure, this better not be a trap''
>The girl moves her only arm; picking up two pistol holsters from under her mantle and giving them to him, they weigh a ton. She then moves up her boot, taking a knife and sliding it out.
''Just one more''
>She picks up a small box device strapped to her back, and gives it up, a huge danger mark is painted on it, along with a name: Raptor-CZ6 AMR
''Handle that with caution, its experimental''
| "your such a hitman."
>AM leads her downstairs, in to the workshop.
"This is where it all happens."
>He puts all her weapons in to a box, locking it, and handing her the NFC card.
"First of all, this is how you discretely carry a weapon."
>AM rolls up his sleeve, showing his brass, engraved hand, and out of it, comes a B&T VP9, magazine siting separately sitting from the rest of the gun.
"Anyway, I'll be right back."
>AM goes in to the storage room.
| >He returns with a rifle in hand, the 417, and a large pelican case.
"Go on, open the box."
| >The girl looks at the arm, and Whistles.
''Mind introducing me to someone who could fix me up like that, missing an arm is a fucking chore, and concealement is a chore too, spent half my good years running away, that's how I ended up in this shit hole in the first place''
>She waves her hand
''No matter, let's see this fucking thing''
>She smiles with excitement and opens up the case, her tail still shaking around
| >She opens the case to see A GMG system, with a disassembled tripod.
"Well?"
| >She looks into the case with stars in her eyes
''T-this is!''
>She turns towards AM, faster than a sonic plane and grabs his shoulders, or atleast tries, instead settling for his coat because of the height difference.
''Where did you get this? and how the fuck?''
| "That's a secret..."
>AM looks at her, or well... down on her.
"So yeah. Cain got plenty of interesting stuff. Most for sale. I'm actually Anomeat."
| >The girl looks at you
''Well there goes my fucking trust, I should of followed my instics when I saw you confirm on your phone, and asking the price again, it was fishy''
>She shakes her head
''Well, nothing much I can do about it, you must be an associate anyway, so I don't really mind, and let's be fair, any gun specialist earns some of my respect if he ain't a fucking IMI supporter''
>She looks at Anomeat
''And you know your stuff''
| "Yeah, Cain is actually 'busy' with her significant other. That's why I checked my phone."
>AM puts the phone on a nearby counter top.
"She used to work under me, before she became the owner of the company."
>AM picks up the 417.
"Now I'm going to guess you want to shoot this gun?"
| >A nondescript man enters the gallery. He looks around the hall, and not noticing anyone immediately shouts out "Hello?".
>If you'd take a closer look at the man, you'd only obtain a headache instead of any useful information. Perhaps nondescript was an understatement. It was as if the Universe didn't really bother to render him properly.
| "You go to the shooting range downstairs, I got to get this."
>AM pushes her out of the workshop, handing her the 417.
"Yes! Hello! Sorry for the wait."
>AM gets an instant pang of headache.
| >The girl smirks
''Ah, youth amirite, Makes me sick in the stomach, no offense to Cain of course, but I never was big on love or that mushy bullshit''
>The girl cackles
''And fuck yeah I want to shoot it, It's been weeks since I last shot something at all''
| >The girl turns around
''Clients huh? I'd better just go shoot before anyone I pissed off sees me or something''
| >Nondescript man looks at you, then takes something out of somewhere on probably his body. It really is difficult to get any more descriptive about him.
>"I have a message for mister uhhh John Doe, is he present?"
| >AM puts his hand on his leg holster.
"Yeah, he's in the back, you wan't me to pass it to him?"
| >Nondescript shakes his head? Probably?
>"Uhhh, Im afraid thats not an option, sir. I have a clear instruction to deliver the message personally to mister Doe. If he is busy at the moment, I can wait."
| "Lucky for you, He's now in front of you, and not busy."
>AM waits.
| >Nondescript man probably reacts somehow.
>"Uhhh mister Doe, please don't make jokes like this next time, we are working on a timer. The message is, ahem, 'Shit is about to flood the toilet, so either get the papers or put on boots, truly yours', end of message. Now, if you excuse me, I have more work to do."
>Nondescript man leaves the gallery.
| "O- Ok. Shit. Fuck."
>AM's face and figure stiffens from the stress, knowing what the message meant, he begins heading down to the shooting range, where the lizard girl should be.
"Fuck Fuck Fuck. Hey! You here?"
| >The girl seems to be having fun, taking shots calmly and precisly
>She turns towards AM when he arrives
''What the fuck is it? you look like you seen your best friend get killed by frenzied rioters, that or a ghost''
| "No, I got shit to do, My schedule got reamed up a few days."
>AM waits patiently for her to do her shots, while he whips out his gun, and begins to shoot it down range, calming down. You only hear the bullet fly through the paper.
| >The girl's face is serious
''So, what happened, don't mind if you don't wanna tell me, but you looked pretty bad mate, it makes me curious.
>She takes another shot, using her only arm and her chin to anchor the Heavy rifle
| "I'm Fine. I just got blind sided for a second."
>AM keeps firing, Keeping his tight grouping.
| >The girl sighs
''Well, I guess that's good then''
>She continues to shoot, emptying the magazine and laying the gun down on its side to reload
| >AM puts his pistol away in to his arm, before turning to the girl.
"I never got a name by the way, miss..."
| >The girl offers her hand, leaving the rifle on the side
''I go by F online, it's simpler''
>The girl smirks
''as for my full name it's an unpronounciable mess, so you can just call me Fia, it used to be the name I was called back when I still had two arms and friends not out to shoot me on sight''
>The girl gives a hearty laugh
| "Ah. Fia. Decent name. I hate to rush you, but we or I got to go..."
>AM grabs the rifle, walking upstairs.
| >Fia looks up at AM and follows him
''Aight, I think i've overstayed my welcome anyway''
>She puts her hands forward
''I believe I should get my guns back right about now''
| "Sure, its that box, use the card I gave you."
>AM points to the box.
"And I'll tell Cain that you are welcome here, so you can practice that SR9."
| >The girl goes over to the box, and opens it, slowly picking up her equipement before closing it
''You got my thanks, mate, turned out to be quite the valuable trip''
>She waves
''Hope we meet again, It was mighty fun, been willing to talk about guns for a while with someone who knows his stuff past it 'it shoot stuff' ''
| >AM Points to his reloading bench.
"you could say I also know how the 'stuff' works too. Anyway, got to go."
>AM begins to walk up to the gallery floor.
| >Fia goes along and gets out of the gallery, leaving as fast as she came, before disapearing in an alleyway.
| >AM flips the sign to closed, and heads up to the apartment.
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| >Under Cain's Gallery, is The gun workshop and storage facility. One room Is lined with various Tools, 3D printers and other various machines, while the second room contains a shelving system, seemingly going on forever.