Capítulo 76: Chapter 76
Well, Pistols were more suited for his goals. That and snipers, but he didn't think he was ready for that kind of lethality yet...
Boris placed the pistol on the table, expertly dismantling and reassembling it in a very impressive manner, showing a lot of practice with the weapon.
"This is a Makarov, fires 9 by 18 mm round. Standard issue soviet side arm. Eight round magazine, effective range of 50 meters. My favorite of them all. Nostalgic yes?"
Cat took the unloaded weapon and weighed it. Less than a kilo, and it was somewhat small. He nodded.
Another weapon joined them on the table.
"This, is Colt M1911, fires .45 ACP, with a 7 round magazine. Bigger bullet, but slower. Americans love this weapon. They say it beats 9mm every time, but again, they are yanks..."
Again, he took it and aimed down the sight.
"This, is a Walther PP. Big brother to PPK, your friend James Bond's favorite weapon. Round for this particular barrel is .380 ACP. Small bullet, but more concealable. Magazine holds seven rounds."
And so went the demonstration. Despite having only seven different models in stock, he promised to get any model within a month. To demonstrate the weapons available, he took out an encyclopedia style publication, in a language he did not know. The script was roman, (as opposed to Cyrillic) but he couldn't understand the words. On the other hand, the marks that denoted availability of models were very abundant. Who knew so many models of pistols existed? And the man described nearly a hundred more in between too. The man was a poorly hidden gun enthusiast and was eloquent when asked to elaborate. In those three hours, Cat believed that he learned more about semi automatic pistols than he would in the rest of his life.
Due to the large amount of cash that Harry could now access, he could afford to stock up on the equipment that he would be soon enough be applying to training. However, Harry did not feel ready to commit with the more modern pistols, he lacked the experience necessary to categorically state what he needed. On the other hand, his inherited collection held examples of two wartime pistols, the Luger P08, and the Walther P38, both working types, and both pistols he had spent his fair share of time poking, and analyzing the workings of. The problem with the former was its ease of jamming, the complicated Toggle lock operation requiring a strict cleanliness, and the latter was relatively problem free, as far as he could tell.
Although, once he got his swords, he would be perfectly happy with a holdout pistol. But not yet. Though, the practice could come in handy...
"I'll take 500 rounds of 9 mm Luger. I have a Walther P38 I would like to practice on."
Boris nodded with a pleased expression. A sale was always good.
"Good! I may also have some extra magazines for P38 lying around from few years back. I will sell them cheap, but they may need some cleaning."
Not much of a problem that. Harry did get a new holster for the weapon.
After he "left", Cat continued to snoop around, seeing what other goodies Boris had been sitting on. Despite the outer appearance, the warehouse was fairly empty. Some crates of ammunition, a few sub machine guns and what appeared to be two Kalashnikovs. The man did not keep his merchandise visible.
Bear of course, was not idle and was using his time to make a trip back to Privet drive. Harry would soon find some goodies in his trunk. Of course, the semi independent clone would have to disperse first.
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After a spirited twenty minutes of weird logic that would have made the Quibbler proud, Harry quickly shuffled his insane associate away from populated areas and into the local park, which was at the time marginally less populated on account of the freezing cold, daylight notwithstanding.
Walking arm in arm, the two could have been assumed to be a young couple enjoying the holidays. Although, if anyone had seen the two scamper up a tall tree like a pair of squirrels, they would have revised their opinion.
In any case, the two were comfortably nestled in the upper branches of a generic tree, which was covered in snow. Harry had finally asked his companion what exactly the relationship they had was. Were they friends? Allies? Mutually benefiting acquaintances? Or any other of the innumerable terms humanity invented (at least, in the English or Japanese that he understood) to define cordial relationships.
Hermione had thought for a bit, and had opened her mouth to reply when both of them stiffened with unease. Something was wrong. Harry took out his battered kodachi, Hermione drew out her Single Action Army, and they waited, in an unnatural stillness and silence, unaware of the drama that was right on top of them.
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The "extra" passenger on the ship was a little panicked. There really should not have been a real life source of the signature that the sensors told the crew was an SS class World Eater. She did not know what was the original source of the particular signature that the sensors were given and supposed to be tracking, but had been assured that it was "a monster that did not exist any more". As a result of this unexpected real life presence of this signature (that had conveniently taken the place of a real World Eater signature) though, the entire ship was going into combat against an enemy that should not exist.
The real problem was not the imminent fight though. Harusame was supposed to have docked with this ship five minutes ago. However, this mishap had resulted in the entire thing being called off. Now the original plan, which she did not know, and would not have been participating in, could not be effected. It was time for the worst case scenario, as far as she was concerned. Slaughter and sabotage.
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