Snippet #2429974

"Oh shut it Knits Mcgee!" I said, giving the sweater wearer a mean glare.
"Alright, everyone shut up. You can all call me Zim. I'm the leader of this band. That bag over there had some handguns and a taser. Grab whatever you want. Once we're inside, you all just follow my lead. Oh, and don't touch the explosives at the bottom of the bag." I heard the other guy say.
"So now would probably be a bad time to say that I don't take orders very well huh?" I laughed a little. "Zim huh?" I extended my arm. "The names Davinci. You know, like the inventor/artist. Speaking of which, I brought my own weapons... unique ones. They're virtually untraceable." I said, putting my thumb through the shoulder strap of my bag. "I have enough explosives to flatten this building... if it comes to that. " It was true. I had some prototype, high power Grenades and micro bombs with a blasting power greater than the power of nitroglycerin per square inch. My own, experimental design. Unlike nitroglycerin it was much more stable. One micro bomb was strong enough to blow a human to smithereens, and I had about 50 of those alone. Chances were that I wouldn't use them though. The two weapons I would probably use were my EMP Cannon, which was untested thus far, and my mini .357 gatling revolver. It was more like a gauntlet really. My arm went through the center and the Chambers revolved around my arm. ((Actually it's a real Idea I had for a Weapon. )) the only down side is it was driven by a small chain would come loose if the gun heated up to much. As all of my weapons, this was a prototype, albeit my most worked on piece.
My attention turned to the blonde haired girl. "So what about you. What's your name beautiful? "