Frost's Gunsmithing & Ammunition

Outside on the street there is a large number of people walking up and down the sidewalk in the downtown area. Its shopping district is always like this during business hours. Damien was at a small section of his shop repairing a gun. He was tearing down, cleaning and replacing worn parts on a Mark XIX .50 Action Express Desert Eagle. One of his personal favorites. The large calibur almost guaranteed a kill shot everytime as long as you knew where you were firing. Otherwise things got messy because it could take off a limb very easily.

Today was a slow business day on both fronts. Normally he atleast had a contact for a hit by now. But today the assasins hit list was clear. He only had 2 more guns in the shop to be worked on so he figured he would finish up and head home. A nice bottle of Vintage Woodford Reserve Bourbon was waiting on him.

Since her last operation, Daleka was out of ammo, she also had some money to spend so she decided to buy some upgrades to her handgun. She knew she couldn't trust that idiot woman at the Bulletproof store so she decided to try somewhere new. This gunshop was just a few blocks away from Bulletproof, but harder to see. Which probably meant that its owner was more serious about his business and less worried about getting customers. Which meant better service and probably better prices, if you knew how to bargain like Eliza.

Casually, she walked through the door of the shop and rang the bell and the counter, waiting for him to appear.

"Hey handsome. I need upgrades."

"Ah, Hi there" Damien stood up with sweat beeded on his bald head. "Upgrades huh?" He took off the goggles he was wearing revealing his blue eyes. "And what kind opf hardware would you like me to upgrade?"

He was wearing black pants and a white long sleeve shirt wiht the sleeves rolled up along wiht a brown leather apron covered in metal shavings and various other items that would probbably explode should a flame get to near him.

"This one." She said as she took her Beretta 90 two out of its small-of-the-back sheath.

By doing that, she had to lift up her jacket a bit, revealing more than she should. Now Damien had a nice glimpse of her toned stomach. She put it back after she put the weapon on the counter. Damn. It was hot in here or what?

"Tell me what you can do. Don't worry about the money."

As she said that, she just eyed him up and down appreciatively, raising up an eyebrow.

"I would also like something a bit more.. powerful."

With the look she gave him, it was hard to see if she was talking about a weapon or.. something else. After all those fights, Daleka had a huge amount of pent up sexual energy she needed to release. It was as if she was in heat, and she could hardly control herself anymore. Soon, she'd jump the first person, male or female, that would come to her sight. She thought hard for a second, swallowing her saliva. Was it really a good idea to come here? She was like.. an animal searching for a prey. She didn't really liked that aspect of her, because sometimes it made her do things that she regretted later on, but now she was concentrating hard not to jump the bald man in front of her, because that would jeopardize any future transaction. And good gunsmiths were not running around these days.

Even though he was noticving the looks and the body language of the gorgeous woman in front of him he kept it professional. He didn't want to hurt any future business wiht an honest customer. "I can break down the weapon give it a good cleaning, replace any parts that are worn. Give it a general tune up." He stood for a moment watching her body language. He was tempted. It had been a good while since he felt the warmth of a woman.

"Now for somerthing wiht more.....kick. What are you looking for? Handgun, shotgun,man......." He let is slip. He prayed she didn't hear him.

"Umm. the cost of the tune up...50 bucks will cover everything."

"That price sound fair to me." She said as she nods for him to take her handgun.
"Well, let me check your store while you do your work and I'll come back at you for a weapon! Is that all right with you?"

She perfectly heard him say the last word while he enumerated the various possibilities of weapon she could get, but decided not to say anything about it, since one thing would lead to another and they might as well end up doing very, very intimate business in the middle of the gun shop. And that's not what Eliza wanted the owner to remember of her. She was of course not some kind of slut that just had one need for sex, that was her very special genes acting up, but she had learn through the years how to cope and control these impulses.

"If you could just make sure that the customizations I had done on it were still up to the task, I'd add an extra twenty to the total cost. By the way, I am Elizabeth Daleka. Pleasure to meet you."

She extended her hand to be shook.

Damien extended his. "I'm Damien Frost, and I can actually tweak those upgrades to their max performance. No charge. I like getting my hands on upgrades. I even do a few of those myself."

He took the gun from her and held it in his hands like he was taking aim. the gun felt good. It was definatly customized, very well customized. "Give me 30 minutes and I'll have her put back together for ya." With that he went to his work bench gently removed what he was working on and began breaking down her gun.

"Okay, no problems." She said as he went to do his work.

She walked around the store, looking at the various guns that were bolt-locked on their racks. She wondered if she should get a shotgun, which was easy to conceal but very noisy or a rifle or an assault rifle.. Maybe a submachine gun, you could get some for cheap and they were efficient yet quiet if you added a suppressor. Her heart balanced between all the guns, as she pondered which one she should get. Maybe she should just get another handgun, but more powerful, for the big "tasks"..

After putting the gun back together with the worn parts replaced with some high grade titanium pieces the gun felt about a pound lighter. he bagged up the worn pieces to show Daleka. He had found the upgrades she was talking about and tweaked them to near perfection.

"Miss Daleka, you're weapon is ready. Please feel free to step int the back and fire off a few rounds to see if its all to your liking. As well bring back any weapons you would like to try out. I have the requiered permits for the firing range so its legal." He took off his apron, picked up his D. Eagle loaded in a clip holstered it and placed on his sun glasses. "Shall we?" He gestured to the back room with the firing range.

"It's a very good idea!" Elizabeth said

She went in front of the racks and took a Remington SPR453 Autoloader along with a Colt Python w/ 6 inches barrel. "This should pack a punch! I want to try them."

She walked forward, toward the back entrance, where the bald man pointed, her own handgun and the two other she chose in hand.



[OOC: sorry it took so long. sometimes i'm buried under job interviews and other obligations!]

OOC: I'm patient. I check back in usually twice a day to see if there is anything new.

IC: He reached into the various containers in the room and crabbed rounds for all the guns Daleka had with her. "First try your weapon. I want to make sure its tuned jsut right. if not I'll go make some more adjustments." With that he handed her the rounds to her weapon.

There was nothing Damien thought was sexier then a gorgeous woman and a gun. especially one that knew how to handle one.

"All right. Let's try this baby then." Daleka said as she took the rounds and loaded her gun.

It felt much more lighter in her hand, a feeling she loved. She introduced a bullet in the chamber and took position to shoot at the target, a few feet in front of her.

BLAM!

The bullet went flying directly into the wooden target, sending splinters of wood all over the place. She shot several times, until the clip was empty.

"Your turn. Show me what you got." She said as she turned toward him, a cocky grin plastered on her features.

he returned the grin. and without hesitation unholstered his D. Eagle took aim and wiht a switness emptied his clip into the target.

"Now lets see what I did here." He flipped a switch and moved the target forward. You could make out a smiley face on the wood.

"That good enough for you?" He smiled as he loaded a new clip into his weapon and placed it back in its houlster. "So is your weapon to your liking?" He took a moment and loaded the other weapons for her jsut cause he needed something to do wiht his hands.

"Hell yeah! And your aim is phenomenal ! I wish you could be my associate.."

Daleka shut her mouth quickly as she was thinking out loud. She took the shotgun from Damien. "May I try this one?"

On a sign posted outside the shop "After some time away We are again open for business. Come on In"

Nothing more but bunch of zeroes

Sean read the sign outside, and walked into the shop. The cashier wasn't at the desk. "Anybody here?" Sean called through the store. He leaned on the counter and waited.