Damocles grabs his pig's ear, just inside the door, and happily trots out again.
Richard, however, enters much more slowly not out of fear or caution, but simply out of awe. He can see his ballistics vest at the end of the room, the reinforced winter coat hanging next to it. On the long gun side hangs the old assault rifle, a new shotgun, and next to them, wonder of wonders, is an actual MP5. On the other wall is a new, spare P226.
He takes a few light steps towards the MP5, gently lifting it down and checking its condition. Factory new, in perfect working order, it's no wonder he didn't scent anything through the shelving. He turns to blink at her with a look of wonder on his face.
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Date: 2009-03-19 09:22 pm (UTC)Richard, however, enters much more slowly not out of fear or caution, but simply out of awe. He can see his ballistics vest at the end of the room, the reinforced winter coat hanging next to it. On the long gun side hangs the old assault rifle, a new shotgun, and next to them, wonder of wonders, is an actual MP5. On the other wall is a new, spare P226.
He takes a few light steps towards the MP5, gently lifting it down and checking its condition. Factory new, in perfect working order, it's no wonder he didn't scent anything through the shelving. He turns to blink at her with a look of wonder on his face.
"Where did- How did you get all of this?"