Kapitel 12: Respect or Regret
Steve stared at these guns, taking in the weight of them. Studying the short length of the muzzle. Seeing the design of the air passages and how some of the paint of the gun has torn of that would show off its respectful age.
Clyde responds to his question from involving it's the number of bullets it can hold. "Well, it takes 45 caliber. So the magazine's can hold only 30 rounds".
Steve stares at him in total confusion "Hah! You say that as if it needs more than that!" Steve puts one down and examines how it works.
Clyde shrugs and continues his thought "The only reason I say it that way, is because the M-10 that takes 9-millimeter rounds can hold up to 32 rounds in a box magazine."
Steve scoffed and shakes his head somewhat annoyed. "Like that's a huge difference.." He said sarcastically.
Clyde glared at him almost disgusted, "It's a DRASTIC FUCKING DIFFERENCE when you are facing an enemy," Clyde was not hesitant to show Steve unnecessary discipline. Steve stared at him like a deer at headlights. Unsure of how to respond, or if he even should. Clyde continued, "Once you are out on those training grounds, you need to promise me that you will treat as if your life is on the line! You will NOT show any improvement if you are here to have fun," as Clyde ordered to Steve his face became redder the louder he became. He got an inch away from Steve's face hoping Steve would break and do something to him. "Am. I. Clear?", He finished.
Steve's Orange eyes stared into Clyde's and actually began to think about it.
Yes, this is not a game, nor is this something to have fun over. I can not see this as a challenge, otherwise, I could most definitely die. Clyde is right. Don't be an Ada, Steve thought
Steve inhaled deeply before he agreed with Clyde, "I'm no longer a child. When I am in the heat of battle I'll be wishing for those extra bullets." His voice was stern and monotone. "This is real life.. and I WILL fight because my life IS on the line...Now, can I please have ammunition for my weapons?" Steve finished.
Clyde stared at him, not wanting to show that he is impressed and almost even proud. There was a moment of sheer intensity until Clyde took a step back. Reluctantly responds, "Well... Looks like you grew a pair."
Clyde went to the other side of the armory and began filling up a few box magazines designed for an M-10. He glances over as he filled them, "You will start with four magazines. Two in the guns, two in your inventory. That should be enough to effectively remove all targets. Be sure to count your ammo, so you know when to reload."
Steve watched him reload as he spoke. Clyde was focussing on explaining things to Steve while was not even counting. Steve caught him filling in 31 rounds, and then pulling around back out. Clyde turned to steve, snatches one of the Mac's and slides the magazine into the slot. A somewhat loud slide, then click could be heard. Clyde quickly slid the ironsight back and let's go, making the bullet slide out of the magazine, then into the chamber loaded and ready to fire.
Steve's somewhat glowing eyes watched his rather quick maneuvering on the heavy clunk of pieces of metal. "Any advice you're willing to lend me?" Steve muttered quietly. Clyde glares at his innocent silent face
"What?" Clyde said sternly making Steve jolt a bit and repeated himself louder
"What advice can you give me?"
Clydes eyes glared into his. He clearly wants this 'freak' to fail, crash and burn on his first time in the SimGym, but knew he might be one of the best weapons they have if trained right. He sighs and lends, "as I said before; every single bullet counts, so suppressive fire is your best choice, especially with a Mac 10. The fire 1200 rounds per minute and you only have 32 rounds in your gun. Do a lil' math and you'll know how fast you can run out of ammo. Fire one gun at a time. Don't lose your cool, and avoid getting bitten. You get bit, you die, got it?"
A pit sank into steve's chest when he heard the word, 'Die'. He realized by now that this SimGym was supposed to portray a rather effective simulation of the situations that could unfurl in his future. He gulps and stares at him in disbelief, as Clyde fills up his second mac 10, "Wait, what? Die?! Nobody said I could die in this gym!"
"Whelp, you were the one who said you wanted to train as fast as possible, and this will be the most efficient way to do it." Clyde finishes loading Steve's clunky guns and hands them to him forcefully. Steve grabbed the guns and continued to stare at Clyde, worryingly.
"What?! I don't know if you understand this, but my red eyes don't mean I'm crazy, ok?! I don't wanna die!" Steve barked somewhat angrily. Clyde gave an eager run as he began to shove Steve to the elevator. Steve would lean to Clyde's persistent hands as he rambled on trying to convince Clyde that he didn't wanna die, that he is too scared, and admits it. Clyde was making it pretty obvious that Steve's failed attempts to convince him to stop persisting, simply made Clyde want him in the gym even more.
There was no stopping it at this point the elevator door opens upon closer interactions and Clyde gives one last shove making Steve lose his balance bit catches it, inside the elevator. Steve turns and stares at Clyde. The bully was grinning a cynical yet gentle grin. Steve was not exactly going to tolerate that look. He could hear the mechanics of the elevator doors closing. the elevator looked warn down. Something very metallic with no roof and iron railings as high as Steve's hip.
Steve reaches over to Clyde and grips him by the collar and pulls him in the elevator with Steve. Clyde yelps as he was expected to get shoved back, so being pulled in made him lose his balance. Steve catches him as he speaks sternly, "fine, but you're going with me"
"Agh! Screw you! I don't have a weapon to defend myself."
The elevator door closes as it then rises a bit quicker than expected. Steve points at Clyde's belt. He has a combat knife sheathed and attached to his person.
Clyde glances down to see the knife and then glares back at steve, "...Fuck you, freak"
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