[3] "Is that a new FAMAS model?"
You observe as he loads a magazine into his weird bullpup. "Is that a new FAMAS model?" You ask him.
He turns. "No, sir," he says. "It's a HS Produkt VHS-K2 with 1.5 optical sight. Croatian-made," he pulls back on the charging handle.
You nod. "Never seen one before."
"Don't blame you, sir," he says. "They're not really used outside Croatia."
He stows away his gun and reaches into the locket and pulls out a fuckhuge Taurus Raging Bull revolver. There were several engravings in the sides of the barrel, showing several skulls. There were also a couple of notches on his pistol that numbered one and nineteen more.
You stare at his revolver as he loads in several bullets. It makes your Desert Eagle look inadequate. You pull it out and compare it to his. Tray notices, holding his gun up to yours. The size difference is noticeable, yours being smaller. He smirks. "Not bad, but mine's bigger."
Grunting, you put away your gun. If only you had a second one, then the math would add up...
Tray spins his Raging Bull on a finger, then puts it away. "So, this mission," he says. "All we gotta do is rescue a bunch of VIPs and destroy the relay. Sounds easy."
"It's a usual mission," you reply. "But if this has got Fick Nury all worked up it's gotta be important."
Tray nods. "Yeah, I got that," he says. "I'm sure we'll get it done. If it's as easy as you say, nothing will go wrong, will it?"
You smile and say:
[1] "Of course. If we do everything right, that is."
[2] "Come on, don't you remember what I said earlier?"
[3] "Yeah, well, I can't predict the future, can I?"
[4] "You're absolutely right. What could go wrong?"
You observe as he loads a magazine into his weird bullpup. "Is that a new FAMAS model?" You ask him.
He turns. "No, sir," he says. "It's a HS Produkt VHS-K2 with 1.5 optical sight. Croatian-made," he pulls back on the charging handle.
You nod. "Never seen one before."
"Don't blame you, sir," he says. "They're not really used outside Croatia."
He stows away his gun and reaches into the locket and pulls out a fuckhuge Taurus Raging Bull revolver. There were several engravings in the sides of the barrel, showing several skulls. There were also a couple of notches on his pistol that numbered one and nineteen more.
You stare at his revolver as he loads in several bullets. It makes your Desert Eagle look inadequate. You pull it out and compare it to his. Tray notices, holding his gun up to yours. The size difference is noticeable, yours being smaller. He smirks. "Not bad, but mine's bigger."
Grunting, you put away your gun. If only you had a second one, then the math would add up...
Tray spins his Raging Bull on a finger, then puts it away. "So, this mission," he says. "All we gotta do is rescue a bunch of VIPs and destroy the relay. Sounds easy."
"It's a usual mission," you reply. "But if this has got Fick Nury all worked up it's gotta be important."
Tray nods. "Yeah, I got that," he says. "I'm sure we'll get it done. If it's as easy as you say, nothing will go wrong, will it?"
You smile and say:
[1] "Of course. If we do everything right, that is."
[2] "Come on, don't you remember what I said earlier?"
[3] "Yeah, well, I can't predict the future, can I?"
[4] "You're absolutely right. What could go wrong?"