First another pit stop.

As you arrive at the arena and make a slow lap around the complex, you see throngs of people milling about watching performers ranging from the mild, scantly clad women twirling flaming batons, to the truly bizarre, one troupe consisting of 2 men hanging from hooks in their backs with a massive hooks through their chests with chains dangling from them, as if that wasn't creepy suspended between them from these chains is a third man. The chains hook into his chest much like the men above. He is then also standing with his legs spread and all three have large weights suspended from their cocks. The thundering noise of live bands, some sort of show involving the roar of several powerful motorcycles, and the crowds of people cheering and screaming watching which ever show they want as well as the booming voice of an announcer calling the events of what you figure is two trolls pounding each other half to ****. As you survey the madness you figure you can easily take your guns with, or just say fuck it and leave the coat in the car and go like the little slut you are. It takes a few minutes to decide as you pick through the bags in the trunk. Finally you decide you want to look good and professional so you leave the coat in the car and put on the little thin chain belt. From the little hooks on it you manage to hang the little holster for one of the small guns as well as the 2x barrel sawed off shotgun. With one hanging down kinda low at each hip. But the thing keeps sliding down as you fiddle with it and you soon realize it simply isn't going to work. Pulling up your computer, you look for some kind of store that might sell something and sure enough not only is there a good choice, it is across the street. Laughing you find a parking place just about a block away and quickly make your way, slipping the coat back on so you have something to carry your cash in.

The shop appears to be one of two stores open in a row of 7 in a white brick strip mall, the other being a little smoothie shop. With how many people are milling about you are sure it will be busy, but as you step into the little shop you find it completely vacant other than the older gentleman behind the counter, dressed like he just got done in the jungle, and reading a girly magazine. He looks up as you walk in and shouts, “If you ain't gonna buy get the fuck out!”

Flashing him a smile you say, “Hi there, I need a holster for some guns so I don't have to wear my coat to carry everything.”

“Ever hear of pockets, or how about pants?” He fires back looking you over.

Looking down you find you are actually surprised, in all the excitement you totally forgot you didn't have any pants on. With a semi naughty bordering on cute/innocent smile, you bite the tip of your pinky nail and say, “Well it seems somebody stole my pants.”

“Damn it, I was readin.” He says slapping the magazine on the counter. “Get over here and let me see what ya got.” You do as you are told and hand him each of your guns one by one. He looks each of them over and says, “Crap.” To each one, till you hand him the 2x barrel shotgun. To that he just nods, “Ok, other than that boom gun ya got, these are all shit. The .44 magnum and .45 both are good calibers of guns, but these are bad examples, the triggers and action are very slow and stiff. I could probably modify them to be worth a shit but it'd take a weak or more. As for the other two, well watch.” He picks them each up and shoots you right there, right in each nipple. You cup your breasts in shock, and it stings like hell, but the armor stopped it cold, and with your quick healing in a couple of seconds they are just a little tender, but don't even hurt. “See, you couldn't stop shit with those unless you shot someone in the eye. Well unless they didn't have armor, in that case I guess they'd be fine, but nowadays everybody wears armor. Tell you what, you give me all 4 and I'll pick you out one of my modified guns that is worth a shit, plus give you a holster for that boom gun and the one I gives ya for only say $500 bucks.”

“What, 4 guns for one, plus $500, that seems unfair. If I traded you my 4 guns for your one the most I'd give you is a blow job.” You say almost with a little pout.

He thinks it over for a few seconds scratching his 5 o'clock shadow. “I guess I see your point, with the right modifications and right ammo each of these are gonna make me some money I guess. Ok I'll take that deal. Let's see do you want a revolver or automatic?”

Thinking back to how scary it is when people have sprayed ammo at you, you answer, “Automatic, definitely automatic.”

“I figured you'd say that but I had to ask. Ok one of these is probably the best for you.” He pulls out two guns and sets them on the counter. “This one is a modified Russian made polymer 10mm. It is now selectable from fully automatic or 3 shot burst, holds 16 rounds plus one in the chamber, and will rip people apart nicely. This other one as you see is obviously smaller but has a built in silencer. It fires a special 9mm long invented in Russia that is sub sonic making it whisper silent, yet fires a tungsten core titanium bullet that will penetrate most body armor and do massive damage to flesh. Oddly it fires in a tight cluster burst of 4 shots. The gun is a bit of an odd duck as it doesn't use clips. The ammo is this light blue stick here that is top loaded down into the magazine and disintegrates as you fire leaving only powder behind. This eliminates the need for clips or any kind of evidence. So which one do you want? Either is a good choice, the 10mm you can find ammo easy and is more standard, the 9mm is cool and powerful, but quirky and ammo is hard to find.”