Godhand
04-12-06, 04:16 AM
The man ambled into the shop clad in clinically tedious black and grey. He meant to look a little bit like everyone you've ever seen. Unremarkable hat, unremarkable scarf, unremarkable gloves, unremarkable coat.
Remarkable eyes, though.
The man glided through the shop in no particular rush, slowly but surely moving towards the back where firearms and their accessories were stored. He briefly admired a polished Striker shotgun kept behind a reinforced glass case. It practically sparkled with the love of the shopkeeper who more than likely didn't know how truly devastating it could be. Godhand had once seen that same model clear a room of fifteen men in under four and a half seconds. A true masterpiece. However, that wasn't what he was after today.
He calmly sifted through silencers and laser-scopes before finding what he wanted. They were specialized speedloaders for .500 Magnum, modified to fit the five massive shells the gun needed instead of the six relatively smaller ones most revolvers consumed. Plucking out three of them he walked over to the ammo storage and removed five .500 Magnum armor piercing rounds, dexterously loading them into one of the moonclips. Afterwards he walked to the counter and placed all of his intended purchases upon it. Three moonclips and five rounds of .500 vest-busters.
"How much?"
Remarkable eyes, though.
The man glided through the shop in no particular rush, slowly but surely moving towards the back where firearms and their accessories were stored. He briefly admired a polished Striker shotgun kept behind a reinforced glass case. It practically sparkled with the love of the shopkeeper who more than likely didn't know how truly devastating it could be. Godhand had once seen that same model clear a room of fifteen men in under four and a half seconds. A true masterpiece. However, that wasn't what he was after today.
He calmly sifted through silencers and laser-scopes before finding what he wanted. They were specialized speedloaders for .500 Magnum, modified to fit the five massive shells the gun needed instead of the six relatively smaller ones most revolvers consumed. Plucking out three of them he walked over to the ammo storage and removed five .500 Magnum armor piercing rounds, dexterously loading them into one of the moonclips. Afterwards he walked to the counter and placed all of his intended purchases upon it. Three moonclips and five rounds of .500 vest-busters.
"How much?"