Timeline: March 11, 2009
Rey paused outside Michael’s shop. It had been a while since she’d talked to him, and she was wondering what he was up to. Perhaps today was a good day to combine business and pleasure.
She walked up onto the step and pulled the door open to go inside.
Michael looked up from the gun magazine he was reading when he heard the door open. Upon seeing that it was Rey, he put done the magazine and stepped up to the counter.
With a friendly smile, he said, “Rey what can I do for you today?”
“Hey, you’re a poet and didn’t even know it,” she replied with a grin. “I haven’t seen you around for a while. What have you been up to?”
“Oh, I have been keeping busy,” Michael said. “I have been working on some magical research, and some secret projects. It’s all kind of hush, hush.”
For a moment, it looked like Rey was going to pout, but she quickly asked another question. “How are things going with Gillian?”
Smiling while thinking about Gillian, Michael said, “Things are going great with Gillian, I couldn’t be any more happier.”
“That’s great to hear,” Rey replied with a smile and nod of her own.
“So Rey, how are things with you?,” Michael asked. “How is the Lupa life been treating you?”
“More responsibilities, fewer perks,” Rey replied with a shrug, then grinned. “Things are excellent with Grey, of course. I just wish he was around more.”
“I am planning on placing an ammunition order later today,” Michael said. “Would you like me to order you anything special?”
“I’m good for ammo,” she replied, “but I was hoping you could help me with another gun. I was hoping to find something really small, that I could hide in a pocket or a small purse. Like women in the Wild West had.”
“There are many to choose from,” Michael said. “It is just a matter of choosing between a revolver, or an automatic. That way we can narrow down the stuff we look at.”
“Can you make an automatic that small?” Rey asked in surprise. “What I was looking for was really small, one not much bigger than the palm of my hand.”
“But of course they do Rey,” Michael said with a smile. “Guns come in various different sizes, and calibers. It just comes down to what you are looking for, and the job you want have it for.
“Now you said you want something to conceal in you pocket or purse, correct?”
“OK, we can go several different ways here,” Michael said, and was thoughtful for a moment. “Are you wanting to go with something classy, or inexpensive?”
“I want something that won’t blow my hand off the first time I use it,” she said with a slight grin. “Something classy would be nice, but I don’t have a lot of money to spend. If you could do it as a custom job, perhaps you’d be willing to barter?”
“Well let me ask this,” Michael said. “How much are you looking to spend? That way I can narrow down a selection for you to look at.”
“I honestly have no idea how much one would cost,” Rey said with an embarrassed shrug.
“Let me put it this way. How much money are you budgeting yourself for a new gun?,” Michael asked. “We could find something from as low as $100, up to anywhere near $800.”
“Honestly, I didn’t have a budget for it,” Rey replied. “I want to know what’s out there, then get what I like best.”
“Here are three that I would choose from,” Michael said. “First off we’ll go with a classic, James Bond’s Gun, the Walther PPK, or PPKS, both will be around $580. The second choice would be the Beretta Bobcat, which will be about $325. And my last choice would be Kel-Tec’s PF-9 or P-32, which will be between $335 – $320.
“Now all those go from 9mm to .25 caliber rounds. You could also go as small as .22LR, but I wouldn’t do that.”
“Is that as small as they come?” A disappointed frown marred her face. “I wanted something small enough to hide in my hand, or up a sleeve. Like Jeff Goldblum’s character in Silverado – the gun he had up his sleeve on that thingy that would bring it out into his hand with the flick of his wrist.” She looked at Michael. “I don’t care if it’ll hold only one shot. I’m looking for a weapon of last resort kind of thing. Something I can hide easily, so that if everything goes to hell, I’ve got one last chance to take someone down so I can get away.”
“Then I will suggest this then, North American Arms’ Black Widow, in .22 Magnum, or their .22 Magnum Pug Mini Revolver. Though I am not one to suggest something in .22, the .22 Magnum will have a bigger punch to it.”
“Well, how about this one,” Rey said, pointing out the .22 Short Mini. “That pistol would be perfect.” She laid the back of her right hand on the table. “It’s size is perfect.” Rey traced the approximate dimensions of the gun on her hand. “If you’re concerned about its lack of stopping power, is there something you could do to improve it?”
“Well how about this one,” Rey said, pointing out the .22 Short Mini. “That pistol would be perfect.” She laid the back of her right hand on the table. “It’s size is perfect.” Rey traced the approximate dimensions of the gun on her hand. “If you’re concerned about its lack of stopping power, is there something you could do to improve it?”
Michael was thoughtful for a few moments, before he said, “Honestly this gun is a glorified noisemaker. I would have to look up few things, but ‘my’ abilities would not do anything to help this gun be any better.”
Michael then reached into his pocket and pulled out a folding knife the same size as the pistol Rey was interested in. “Now I can show you somethings you can do with this that will be a lot deadlier than that pistol. Because if I thinking you are planing to be real close to someone, than this knife will be better for you than that pistol.
“I am only trying to look out for you, not that I don’t trust the weapons that I sell. It is just that I can do more with my abilities to the knife than the pistol.”
“I’m better with a gun than with a knife,” Rey said. “I need something I can hide easily, in a pocket or a purse or somewhere on my body. I have other guns, but I want some kind of back-up weapon, in case I don’t have the others. When I’m in that situation, I need to know I can do what I need to to someone who threatens me.” Her gaze held Michael’s, and he could see the edges of something cold in her eyes.