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by Eisenhorn on Sun May 01, 2011 9:03 pm
Cross observed the drama with silence. The giant was acting up in a way comparable with a child. Stamping his feet and making dramatic noise just to attract attention and try to divide the adults on what they would do with the kid. Whether they would let him keep the toy just to silence his drama, or take it and discipline him for acting up. The latter would bring more noise and arguments, and further press the parents to simply let him keep the toy. Divide and conquer, he could see that. Which, of course, meant the Major would get it as well. He was hardly stupid, even if he did not plan on hanging around any longer than he absolutely had to.
Of course his female partner spoke up and promptly cut the attention between her and the giant. That was just asking for trouble, and the grip on the shotgun subtly shifted. It wouldn't fire a round without ammunition, but he still could use it as a weapon. It wasn't just holding it anymore, he could use it as a makeshift club. Just because she was acting as the voice of reason did not mean it would work. Having seen how the giant worked at the slightest provocation before, what with holding another convict under threat of becoming dinner, he wouldn't have bothered getting involved. Granted, the woman, giant, and Major had history, so she had greater bounds than the rest of the convicts, himself included, had. Watching bounds being tested would be useful, but he would not involve himself unless he had no other choice.
Cross saw the rage at the mention of the name Tyson. Tyson, he had to wonder why that name, of any, enraged her to the point of letting unfiltered emotion flash on her face. Perhaps a former lover, and not just sexual, or family? Regardless, giant had struck low with the name, and now she was pissed. He had to give her credit though, she wasn't going to be talked down by greater size and, apparently, intimate knowledge of her past. Of course, the Major stepped in with a single shot and his grip reverted. The moment had passed. He hadn't been looking through the guns because he had already found his primary piece, but he was going to root through the sidearms and see what he could scavenge up.
Watching another convict get an elbow in the face from the masked woman, and he was careful to avoid having to confront her. No need to make enemies through such trivial matters as grabbing a gun she was considering. What he did see was mostly refurbished and he had no interest in. He dug up a revolver, something ancient even when it came to these gunpowder weapons. What made it unique was the fact it was a Second Suns Twin Tiger .357 Revolver. What stood out, compared to the others was the diagonal barrel design, 6 inches in length, the ends had minuscule holes to help relieve pressure and lower kick, individual hammers for each chamber, punching out two rounds if one was stupid or brave enough to pull both triggers at the same time. Three double shots per reload, six if the triggers were pulled individually. Loud, hefty, slow to reload, but the sheer power was the attraction. Fit with the shotgun rather well as a back up piece.
Walking over to the range after promptly snagging the monstrous revolver and shotgun, he calmly regarded the provost handing out ammo. "Rounds and shells, not slugs, for testing." He was only given four shotgun shells and six rounds for the revolver. Smirking at the provost, and calmly walking to the firing line, he loaded the two weapons, starting with the shotgun. Bracing against his shoulder, he fired the shotgun, watching the four shells take down the dummy target. Setting the gun down, the receiver drawn back and safety on, he set the twin barreled revolver's sights on another target. The first four shots were center of mass, fired individually. Taking extra time to brace, he fired the last two rounds at once. Even braced, it kicked hard, and he had to give and let it kick up more than usual or risk breaking his arm. The results were worth it. The dummy's head was shaped like a slash had been put in the center, the two .357 rounds having punched through together. Subtle, it was not, but it did its job. Setting the revolver down on the table as well, he nodded after a few moments thought. "It's not an energy weapon, but it will suffice." Fit the giant and his brute look more, but it was his now.
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