2019-03-20 Gunrunners' Market (part II)

2019-03-20 Gunrunners' Market (part II)
Hoxton, Sydney, Dragan, Dallas

[19:42:16] <Dallas> *The crew's freshly acquired gear is packed up and ready for transport. Fresh dank weapons in cases, untold boxes of ammo--one suspiciously large locked case containing Sydney's Arbiter. The two Croatians help them load the goods into the back of the van. Gage watches them with a pleased smile. It's not just the sale--you sell a gun to some guy, he might just put it away and forget about it, but with these guys, you know your product's gonna see some proper mileage. He thanks Sydney again for the roses--they're beautiful.*
[19:42:57] <Sydney> ((:3))
[19:43:05] <Sydney> ((Gage is a good egg.))
[19:43:17] <Hoxton> ((AND A RICH ONE NOW. RICHER.))
[19:46:59] <Hoxton> *Maybe Hox is not carrying the biggest haul but he looks definitely pleased with his purchases. The scope and suppressors packed away along with the ammo and maintenance kit. Maybe next time will be the time he's gonna buy himself some new beauties. But for now, he looks pleased and eager to test them out on his guns at the safehouse.*
[19:48:59] <Sydney> *Sydney's super psyched about her new Arbiter and Stryk, as well as the Brenner mods. She's beaming from ear to ear, an incredibly satisified customer. She's also quite intrigued by Ilija -- she plans on asking Bain about him at some point.*
[19:50:10] <Hoxton> ((She could ask Dallas too! He's worked with him before as well!))
[19:50:32] <Sydney> ((ooh, yeah, she'll do that!))
[19:50:52] <Dragan> *Dragan made sure to say goodbye to the Butcher, as well as the other two men before they left. He's very pleased about the guns, especially the Izhma, and can't wait to test them out at the safehouse*
[19:53:11] <Sydney> *Before he leaves, the Butcher invites Dragan to lunch the following day, before she leaves the country. A Croatian restaurant, naturally.*
[19:55:43] <Dragan> *He accepts, and makes sure to thank her for the Izhma again*
[19:56:36] <Dallas> *NO WORRIES. Bain will be more than happy to send her Ilija's Crime.net CV, so to speak, get all the deets. Back-patting hugs and goodbyes from the two Croatians. They're gonna miss Dragan. After that, it's a quiet drive back to the safehouse, careful to avoid any potholes with the precious cargo in the back.*
[20:10:35] <Dallas> *Back at the safehouse--everything's just as they left it, nothing out of place. Dallas switches on the lights downstairs, clears the workbenches outside the range so they'll have space to work with their modifications.*
[20:17:35] <Hoxton> *Hox struts downstairs, eager to get his newly purchased mods attached. On the way, he keeps eyeing the suitcase Dallas got from Gage.* I feel like a kid on bloody christmas day! Shite, that gun has seem some action. Now's my bloody turn!
[20:20:01] <Hoxton> *He rummages and gets his pair of interceptors out.  But most importantly, his modular Remington. He sets it aside, looking eager.* Oi. I also met some bloke. Ilja. Said he's worked with us before!
[20:21:05] <Sydney> *It takes Sydney two trips to get all of her purchases downstairs, and her ears perk up at the mention of Ilija.* Yeah, he seems like an interesting bloke.
[20:24:00] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up from piling ammo boxes, surprised.* Ilija? Huh. So that's what he looks like. Yeah, he ran a couple jobs with us last year. Didn't see him, barely heard him--except this one time. Cops were swarming all over, and he just started putting bullets in 'em, one at a time. And get this: he counted every single kill out loud for us on the comms. *He raises his eyebrows--make of this what you will--continues stacking ammo.*
[20:25:27] <Sydney> *Sydney grins.* Bit of a cocky bastard, innit he?
[20:27:20] <Hoxton> *Hox is holding his Remi, busily putting the scope on it.* Well aint fuckin hard when he's usin something that could punch through a bloody tank! *He gruns as he looks for a little screwdriver* Huh. I see. *teasingly* No wonder why ya like him Sydney.
[20:28:17] <Hoxton> Twat was ...dunno. Looked like he was askin to join us. For real. Though then he said he enjoys sniping from afar. So bloody right. Cocky.
[20:29:11] <Sydney> Hey, if he's got the skills to back it up, he's allowed to be as arrogant as he pleases -- in my book, at least.
[20:32:23] <Dallas> You don't have to like him. The guy does his job right, and he shoots straight when it counts. *looking over at Hox* Now that we got you back, I doubt we'll ever need him again.
[20:33:36] <Hoxton> Hear, bloody hear! .....Ah fuckin....bollocks! *he frowns as a particularly stubborn screw refuses to cooperate* I'll keep that in mind, yeah? Though still. Can do with someone with some actual fuckin manners. *He grunts and finally the screw comes loose.* Hah. Cheers, mate!  Yeah doubt so too. Fella might have a beast of a gun but he lacks my fuckin nice accent and good looks eh?
[20:33:43] <Dallas> But then, lying on a windy roof for hours, maybe taking a shot at the end of it--I don't know about you guys, but I'm not keen on doing that job myself.
[20:34:08] <Dallas> *pointedly* The gun's sold separately, yeah.
[20:34:40] <Sydney> *Sydney withholds comment for now, going back upstairs to start unloading the ammo she bought. She's bought a lot.*
[20:35:56] <Hoxton> Ah! Character buildin! Though....yeah. I am glad I aint huddled down some dingy rooftop all fuckin day!
[20:36:55] <Hoxton> *A mischievous grin and then he exhales* Done! Feast yer eyeballs! *he hols the Remi up, the scope now proudly perched ontop.* Aint she beautiful?
[20:38:35] <Dallas> *Dallas looks the rifle over, gives an admiring whistle at the scope.* She's a stunner, that's for damn sure. *A nod towards the range.* Gonna take her for a spin, calibrate the little lady?
[20:40:42] <Hoxton> Ya bloody bet! Shite, I've see the mothership in all things scope. Big fuckin thin! Looks like a brick! Had it's own computer inbuild. Jesus, a computer!
[20:41:25] <Dallas> ((Yo yo yo. Stick that atop a Matever, then tack the beer can suppressor on the front of that beast.))
[20:42:07] <Hoxton> ((Lethal even if you throw it 8D))
[20:42:11] <Dallas> (("What am I looking at? Is that a gun? What is that? What's happening?" These are the questions LEOs will be asking themselves as you charge in with that monstrosity.))
[20:43:07] <Dallas> *Without missing a beat, Dallas says* Can I tweet from that thing?
[20:45:14] <Dallas> *Dallas glances over at Dragan, pushes his shotgun case to the side, then lifts it to the floor to make room for him at the workbench.* How about you, big guy? You feel like doing a couple rounds with those new guns?
[20:45:55] <Hoxton> *Hox laughs* Maybe! Ya could probably tweak that thing!
[20:47:04] <Hoxton> Ahh. But looka her. This? Just right. Good enough as well as pretty! *eying the shotgun cade* You tease! C'mon!
[20:54:01] <Dragan> *Dragan nods, he picks up the Izhma, and takes it over to the shooting range and begins firing. Damn, this thing feels as dangerous as it sounds, he's very happy he decided to get this gun*
[20:56:26] <Dallas> *Dallas chuckles.* You know what they say about curiosity and cats. C'mon, show off that new scope for us. You're not gonna let Dragan have all the fun, are ya? *craning a bit to peek into the range* Jesus, is that the AK-looking shotty?
[21:00:23] <Hoxton> *Hox salutes lazily and heads over to the table by the range. Putting on glasses and earmuffs, then reloading the Remi. All known routine for him. He peers through the scop, frowning and adjusting it a little before settling down and squeezing a shot into a paper guard*
[21:03:31] <Dallas> *The rounds from the Izhma utterly and effortlessly shred the target, and the Remi puts a single clean hole straight through the head of the paper cop, the rangefinder's numbers flickering as recoil makes the rifle jump. Standing by the door, Dallas calls out his encouragement to them.*
[21:07:35] <Dragan> *Dragan stops firing to speak to Dallas* Yeah *Now that he's thinking about it, it really doesnt.... look like a shotgun at all.* It really, uh, how you say *he pauses for a moment* Kicks ass, yeah. *He offers the izhma for Dallas to try* Here, you said you wanted to test it out right?
[21:08:06] <Hoxton> Hah! *Hox whoops at the clean shot, looking at the fully automatic shotgun.* Christ! What a beast! *he adjusts the scope a little more, then leans down for another shot. Hah. He feels that scope and his gun will go seamlessly together.*
[21:13:31] <Dallas> *Dallas breaks into a grin.* Hell yeah, it kicks ass, buddy! Wow, you're really gonna--thank you! I'll be careful with your baby here. *He takes the Izhma from him, takes his place at the barrier and takes careful aim at the torn up target. He taps the trigger--once, twice--cracking a smile as the rounds hit. Impressed as he steps back and passes the gun back to Dragan.* Damn, she's a real beauty. Shotgun with the good looks of an AK. You got the best of both worlds.
[21:22:59] <Hoxton> Well well well! Looka that, fellas! *He tugs the earmuffs up, grinning widely. He too, is very content with the scope* Hey? Can I try as well! That thing sure doesnt look like a shotgun at all!
[21:25:19] <Dragan> *He takes the gun back from Dallas, then turns to Hoxton.* Sure *He hands the shotgun over to him*
[21:26:01] <Dallas> *Dallas backs up, giving them a little space. Still bushy-tailed from firing the Izhma.* She really is something else.
[21:27:08] <Dragan> *Dragan smiles* She sure is.
[21:28:15] <Hoxton> *Hox takes the shotgun, then goes to aim. Making sure his stance is solid and braces for recoil. And then he fires. SLowly at first. Then picking up the pace, laughing.* Holy shite! Wooah!