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Blood Gulch Arms - Thursday (NFB)

Tex opens up the shop this morning. She got called away on business the day before. She would have prefered to postpone it until she could wear her armour again, but when they doubled her pay it was hard to say no.

Not bothered with putting up new signs, she just scratched out the part that didn't apply anymore and went back to sit behind her counter.

~~Just in:~~ Peacekeeper weapons
Pulse pistol and Pulse rifle

Special offer: gas mask and goggles
Price: $46
Students: $37

((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

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After going for a run with Cam, Kawalsky headed into town to check out the shop he'd heard about. He wasn't the type to be overly paranoid, but there was a difference between paranoid and prepared. He entered the store, looking as confident as he could muster considering he wasn't sure what to expect.

Tex looked up from whatever she was reading and regarded the kid that just entered the shop. Something in his stance looked familiar, like she had seen in Aeryn as well and she nodded at him. "Yeah, what can I help you with, kid?"

'Kid'. He was still getting used to that. 50 years old by experience, but only a teenager in body. Well, whatever. He had a second chance at life, even if that meant being called 'kid'.

"I'm looking for a gas mask." For starters. He'd work his way up.

Tex sighed and got to her feet, she rummaged around underneath the counter and got out the gas mask and goggles. "$37."

Kawalsky raised his eyebrows at the model. "Got anything more along the lines of 'will actually work in a crisis'?"

"Now we're talking," Tex grinned and put it away, drawing out two other masks. "I ordered some more expensive models when the initial request was made. One (http://www.botac.com/micsafm95.html) is from this world, it should be sufficient. The other (http://www.armynavysales.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/MA199_large.jpg) is from my own world. More expensive, but definitely worth it."

He looked at both. The latter was unfamiliar to him, but seemed to be more sturdy. "Charcoal filter?"

"This one, yes." She said, motioning to the Earth mask. "The other is more complicated, it filters most toxics and bacteria from the air. It can be used in different atmospheres."

Charlie nodded. "It looks good. Standard pressure seal, impressive filter, comes in my size. Is there a catch?"

"Price probably," Tex said, tilting her head. "$250."

Charlie rubbed his chin. $250 was pretty pricey. "Are you willing to barter?" Kawalsky asked, then was blunt. "Because I want to work you down to $210."

Tex watched him for a moment, then smirked and nodded. "Because you're the first one not willing to buy the crappy ones."

Kawalsky was surprised she'd agreed, but wasn't about to argue. He didn't reach for his wallet, though. "Cool. Now.. for the real stuff. I want a HK Benelli M3 Super 90. That's a combat shotgun, Earth circa 2000. I can give you the specs if you don't know it. And I want to talk to you about grenades. Nothing frag or concussion. Flash maybe. If you've got something that stuns rather than maims, that's what I want. More for damage control than assault. You got anything like that?"

"Give me the specs and I'll get it for you," Tex said. "Most Earth weapons I can get within two or three days. The old style covenant plasma grenade (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_weapons_in_Halo:_Combat_Evolved#Plasma_grenade) is designed to kill, but it has a stun option. It sticks to its targets and knows the difference between a wall and a tank, or a tree and soldier."

Charlie was impressed. He nodded. "I'll take four." He handed over a spec sheet for the M3 shotgun. "Do you handle temporary storage? I can store this stuff somewhere else, but.." He shrugged. "Comfort knowing it's in capable hands."

She studied the sheet for a moment before putting it away. "I'll contact you when I've got it. I've got plenty of room to store, 15 bucks a day. You want to keep the grenades here too?"

"If there's room, yep. Don't want anyone coming along and snatching them up."

They finished up their dealings, Kawalsky paid ~~and his mun finally went to bed.~~ and he left the store.

Parker walked in about two hours before sunset, and began to look around, a frown on her face.

She was looking for something specific, but wasn't sure it even existed.

Tex leaned forward on the counter and watched Parker. "Something you're looking for?"

Parker looked up, and narrowed her eyes. "This might sound ridiculous, but... any of these have stopping power against vampires?"

"Vampires?" Tex blinked and shook her head. "I shouldn't be surprised if they've had freaking zombies, they'll have vampires too. Not exactly my speciality, but that doesn't mean I can't make it one."

"Yeah, I know. Welcome to the Island of Fun." Parker grimaces. "As far as I can tell, the ones I need to have a weapon to use against have the usual weaknesses: sunlight, fire, wooden stakes, decapitation, holy water. I've got a holy water squirt gun, but to be honest, I don't think it would do enough. Price... really isn't an object, if that's a concern. And I want something I can carry concealed."

"Decapitation works?" Tex considered the weapons she had in store. She pulled one of the brochures between her and Parker on the counter. "An energy sword, when it's inactive all you need to hide is the grip. I'm going to assume grenades work fine as well?" She asked.

"Energy sword." Parker looks intrigued. "I don't fence, but I was thinking of taking it up... And if they're in parts, then from what I've read, that works too. How much skill does it take to use that thing? If I can use it well enough for defense, that'd be worth it until I can take lessons."

"You need to have a good arm to hack away, but the energy cuts more easily through flesh than a steel sword." Tex explained, trying not to overthink the situation. "Of course, you might prefer a grenade. You toss it and you never need to get close. That's what I have in stock now, anyway. I've heard of something used here called paintball guns, if you just replace the paint with holy water that might help too?"

Parker blinks, then grins. "That's a brilliant idea. The priest in town has a font, and he doesn't mind if you fill a bottle with water from there, so it would be easy to get more ammunity. I think a paintball gun holds about what, 10 shots?"

Tex nods. "From what I've gathered, yes. You want something that you can keep on you so you'd definitely want to stick to the handguns. I'd need a bit of time to do some research into it, though, I'm not exactly familiar with these kind of weapons."

"You can reach me at the school," Parker pulls out a notepad and jots down her phone number, "and I think I'd like a couple of those grenades now, if you have them available. The energy sword... I think I want to look into getting lessons, first. I'll get back to you on that. How much would the grenades run, and how much for the sword?"

She sends a doubtful look at the gas masks. "Do those things work?"

"What's your name?" Tex asks as she looks at the number. "And what grenade do you want? The M9 HE-DP Grenade (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_weapons_in_Halo:_Combat_Evolved#M9_HE-DP_Grenade), plasma grenade (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_weapons_in_Halo:_Combat_Evolved#M9_HE-DP_Grenade) or the frag grenade (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halo_2_Human_Weapons#Frag_grenade)? I've got them all in stock."

She scowls at the masks. "For a moment. There's better gear out there, but they requested the less bulkier version."

"Parker," she says, getting out her wallet. "And I think I'll take the frag grenade. Four, please. I may not need them soon, but I'd like to have them just in case."

Frowning, Parker says, "I can afford the better gear. How long would it take to get here?"

"$70 each for the frag grenades. You're in luck with the gas mask," Tex says as she bends down and rummages underneath the counter. She puts a gas mask (http://www.armynavysales.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/MA199_large.jpg) down before Parker. "$250 and you get technology from 500 years in the future. The filters can handle about any toxin around and even filter out certain bacteria."

Parker does the math in her head, and looks gleeful. "I assume you take Visa?"

"Yes," Tex replies. "Wait here for a moment." She says before moving back to the armoured door behind her. She pushes the panel, murmurs something that sounds like fuckberries and then disappears inside the room. When she returns, she's carrying a case that she carefully puts down on the counter. She opens it for Parker to see and gives her a short explanation on how they work.

Parker pays close attention, making sure she understands how long the fuse is, how to activate it, and how much damage they can do. Then she hands over her card.

"How long would it take to you check into the holy water paintball gun? A week? Longer?"

"A day or two." Tex says and shrugs. "Probably about as long to order it. They're easier to get as they're from this planet."

Parker nodded judiciously. "Perfect. Do you know any place that can copy keys here in town?"

"No, I'm afraid not. I'm sure there's an ~~NPC~~ company around. You could ask Red."

"Thank you." Parker tapped the case. "Tex, right? I'll call early next week, if I don't hear from you sooner."

"I said I'd call, so I will." She said with a small nod.

"A pleasure doing business with you, then. Thank you." Parker takes the box with the grenades, slips on her sunglasses, and goes out into the sunlight, whistling.

_{[[heheh.

No problem with the weapons already bought-- she has to keep them in her car or the weapons locker anyway. The holy water gun, she's going to ask Tex to "forget", but I'm sure we can negotiate that. Heh. Pleasure doing business with you.]]}

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