A Custom Job

Timeline: February 1st, 2009

Michael heard the bells to the front door of his shop jingle. Boot-clad feet walked across the wooden floor, and a moment later, he heard a bag being set on the counter.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” Michael said from the back room.

Rey could hear pieces of metal sliding together. As the sounds progressed, Rey heard a click, then what sounded like a slide on a pistol being pulled back then go back forward.

As Michael came back out from the back room, he was sliding a pistol into his shoulder rig. As he looked up from what he was doing, he saw Rey standing at his counter.

“Hello Rey,” Michael said with a smile. Then seeing the tired look on her face, he said, “Are you feeling Okay? You look a little tired.”

“Got to bed way too late last night, and way too early this morning,” Rey said with a wry smile. “Lots and lots to do. You do custom holsters, right?”

“Sure,” he said. “What kind of a custom job are you looking for? And for what type of gun?”

“I need them for this pistol,” Rey replied, opening up the bag she’d set on the counter. She took out the nickel-plated pistol Ironclaw had given her. “And this one I need a shoulder holster for.” She placed the pistol Lyla had given her on the counter as well.

Michael picked up M9 Beretta, with the surpressor still attached to it. He ejected the magazine, and pulled back the slide making sure that the chamber was empty. Michael set the M9 down with the slide locked back, then preceded to do that with the second pistol, a H&K USP .40.

“I’m impressed,” Michael said, “you did a good job of cleaning these weapons.

“But one thing of note,” Michael said as he picked up the M9. “Having a supressor is illegal. So when you are not planning on using it, please don’t have it on the gun. It just unscrews from the barrel of the gun, like so.” Michael then started to unscrew the supressor off of the M9.

Picking up the USP .40, Michael said, “Now you want a shoulder rig for this one?”

“That’s right.”

“Well for this, you don’t need a custom one made. I have several different styles I can order. Do you want it made from leather, or something synthetic, like nylon with a plastic holster?”

“I really don’t know. What are the advantages and drawbacks of each?”

“It’s more of a personal preference,” Michael said. “I prefer the synthetic. They both wear well, but with a plastic holster you don’t usually don’t have to use a strap to hold the gun in. Which makes for a faster draw.”

“I probably ought to go for the synthetic, then. How are they for bulk compared to the leather?”

“Now for this M9,” Michael said. “I take it you want something to keep the supressor handy? Also, are you wanting to wear this one on your hip, or in a shoulder rig as well?”

“Shoulder for sure,” Rey replied, “with something to keep the suppressor handy. I don’t exactly want to be advertising I’m carrying it.” She paused for a moment. “Would it be possible to make a holster so I can carry it behind me, something that’s inside my waistband?”

“I can have a dual shoulder rig made to carry both pistols,” Michael stated. “Also I can have worked in a slot for the supressor. I can also have something made just for the M9 and supressor to keep at the small of your back.

Michael pulled out a note pad and pencil, then leaned on the counter. “Now I need to know how many magazines you plan on carrying for each pistol?”

“Probably two. If I need more than that, then I’m way in over my head.”

“I have to ask this, though I may already know the answer. Do you have a permit to carry concealed?”, Michael asked.

“Not yet,” Rey said. “I’m trying to think of a good reason to put on the application.”

Michael was making some notes, then looked up and said, “Self defense.”

“That is the best reason to put down for yourself on the appiclation. You can go the Chief of Police here in town to apply. Though you will need to take some training classes to qualify for it. Lucky for you, I can help you get a heads up for the class. That is if you would like my help with that,” Michael said.

“I’d like that,” Rey replied with a smile. “Thanks. So, how are things going with you? I haven’t seen you at the Blood and Brew in a while.”

“Hey its not a problem,” Michael said. “Things are Okay. I’ve been keeping somewhat to myself since getting back from Boston.”

“Well, I can’t really say that I’ve been by myself,” Michael was thoughtful for a moment. Then he said, “Gillian stopped by the other night, we had a conversation and went out to dinner. I guess I should offer congratulations on becoming the new Lupa.”

Rey’s eyes flicked up to his face. “Gillian told you, did she?” It was then that Michael noticed Rey’s body language has been different from the moment he’d seen her in the shop. More secure in herself. “I’m not too happy about how it happened, but I’ve got the job and I’m going to do it. So, did you guys do more than just have dinner and talk?”

“If we did or did not, it is a personal matter between the two of us,” Michael said. “Though I like you, and consider you a friend, I am not going to divulge that information to you.”

“I appreciate you being a gentleman, Michael,” Rey said, looking up at him. “But as Lupa, it’s my job to look after the pack, and that includes approving the mates for the females. If I don’t like their choice, then I say no.” Her tone was calm, not accusing or threatening; it was as if she were describing what she did for any other job.

“If you truly wish to know,” Michael said, “then yes we had sex. Is there anything else you would like to know?”

An impish smile curved Rey’s lips. “Would it have been worth watching?” she asked, remembering the scene he and Ramiel had put on at the hotel in Baltimore for her benefit.

“That Rey is something I am not going to tell you,” Michael said with a scolding look. “It is one thing to ask if we are having sex, and another to ask for details. If you want something graphic, go on the internet, or better yet talk with Ramiel.”

Michael took a deep breath, sighed, then said, “If there aren’t anymore personal questions. Then I think I have down what you want. It might be a couple of weeks for the custom stuff, but I should be able to get you a shoulder rig for the USP within 3-4 days. If your not picky on the color, which will most likely be black. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Rey shook her head. “Black will be fine,” she said, completely unperturbed and unapologetic for her question. “Let me know when it arrives.”

“I will,” Michael said. “Should I just call the Blood and Brew and leave a message then?”

“Yeah,” Rey said with a nod, “or you can leave it there. I’m going to be there a lot more than I used to.”

As Rey was about to step out of the store, Michael said, “Just stop by during business hours and we’ll get you started on getting your training done for your permit to carry.

“Also, if you need help getting the paperwork through just ask, I kind of got an ‘in’ with the Chief of Police,” Michael said with a smile.

“Thanks, Michael.”

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