08-07-2013, 06:12 PM
So the kid wasn't just another pretty face, and kept some space in that thick skull of hers for something more useful then hair-dye techniques and makeup application. He was well aware that Atharim had embraced firearms, but most of those he worked with had raging hard-ons for more traditional styles of combat; melee weapons being at the forefront of that drive. And maybe there was a place for that in their strange world.
"Shit out of luck. Anything after '37 is registered in a CCD database, complete with rifling pattern. There isn't much of a market for them on the street."
He had plans to acquire the kit he'd need to re-do the rifling in the barrels, which would open a whole new world for what he could willingly stock, but he hadn't been in Moscow long enough to do so. And the black market here was dying fast.
Much as she was busying herself with loading up, he did much the same. Magazines were bombed up with ammo, and each magazine he readied he loaded a tracer round as the third from the bottom. A simple trick to help alert yourself that the mag was almost empty. Not something he was actually too concerned with forgetting in the heat of battle, but it was an old habit. He tossed a package of pen flares and launcher in a pouch on the vest he would use as well. Always a handy tool to help point out targets in the heat of a firefight. Also handy for warding off animals.
Along with the MP5, he belted on a drop leg holster, into which was clipped his Mateba autorevolver. Mostly for intimidation factor; folks had a tendancy to be more talkative when facing down a hand cannon. The holster came with a veritable anti-tank knife strapped alongside the revovler, dominating his right leg. The vest he had chosen also came with a brace of three small throwing knives, each one sheathed grip-down over the magazine pouches. An assortment of curious tools and gadgets were tucked away as well, including a high-density rubber encased harddrive and power source. It was wirelessly synched with his personal pair of Land Warriors, providing a dead-man tracking capability and a few other functions that required more processing power then the advanced glasses had built in.
Hood set a few more mags aside to be filled at Rune's comment, but otherwise remained silent as he continued on with his own preperations and she headed up the ladder. He clipped an LED dazzler onto his SMG, although he doubted it would see much use against a cannibal freak; the few things he had fought so far hadn't been the type with the forward thinking capacity to use a gun. But there were more then just monsters prowling the undercity; gangs could be just as, if not more, dangerous under the right circumstancse.
Only a few minutes after Rune had climbed up did he return to the main floor, where he spared the two Atharim women a glance before making his way into the main bedroom to get changed, leaving the two to continue sorting out whatever details they needed to. It still seemed odd that two newly arrived Atharim, who seemed to barely know each other, were being sent on a bag-and-tag run. Strange that the Atharim would even entertain the idea of bagging something that went bump in the night.
"Shit out of luck. Anything after '37 is registered in a CCD database, complete with rifling pattern. There isn't much of a market for them on the street."
He had plans to acquire the kit he'd need to re-do the rifling in the barrels, which would open a whole new world for what he could willingly stock, but he hadn't been in Moscow long enough to do so. And the black market here was dying fast.
Much as she was busying herself with loading up, he did much the same. Magazines were bombed up with ammo, and each magazine he readied he loaded a tracer round as the third from the bottom. A simple trick to help alert yourself that the mag was almost empty. Not something he was actually too concerned with forgetting in the heat of battle, but it was an old habit. He tossed a package of pen flares and launcher in a pouch on the vest he would use as well. Always a handy tool to help point out targets in the heat of a firefight. Also handy for warding off animals.
Along with the MP5, he belted on a drop leg holster, into which was clipped his Mateba autorevolver. Mostly for intimidation factor; folks had a tendancy to be more talkative when facing down a hand cannon. The holster came with a veritable anti-tank knife strapped alongside the revovler, dominating his right leg. The vest he had chosen also came with a brace of three small throwing knives, each one sheathed grip-down over the magazine pouches. An assortment of curious tools and gadgets were tucked away as well, including a high-density rubber encased harddrive and power source. It was wirelessly synched with his personal pair of Land Warriors, providing a dead-man tracking capability and a few other functions that required more processing power then the advanced glasses had built in.
Hood set a few more mags aside to be filled at Rune's comment, but otherwise remained silent as he continued on with his own preperations and she headed up the ladder. He clipped an LED dazzler onto his SMG, although he doubted it would see much use against a cannibal freak; the few things he had fought so far hadn't been the type with the forward thinking capacity to use a gun. But there were more then just monsters prowling the undercity; gangs could be just as, if not more, dangerous under the right circumstancse.
Only a few minutes after Rune had climbed up did he return to the main floor, where he spared the two Atharim women a glance before making his way into the main bedroom to get changed, leaving the two to continue sorting out whatever details they needed to. It still seemed odd that two newly arrived Atharim, who seemed to barely know each other, were being sent on a bag-and-tag run. Strange that the Atharim would even entertain the idea of bagging something that went bump in the night.