07-27-2013, 05:11 PM
He couldn't help but chuckle, both at Zoe's outburst about his sidearm, and also for the unfortunate family name. Bortnik. Sounded like a children's show bad-guy name. Little girls were supposed to be intimidated by big scary men with guns, but this one just wasn't playing the same game, it seemed. "It probably is. Sig Sauer P226 Equinox."
He patted his chest where the pistol was holstered, but didn't actually pull it out.
The weapon had all the common bells and whistles; built in laser sight, bio-metric lock, coded to his thumbprint and readings. Rails for whatever ridiculous attachments he might want for a pistol, and it chambered a .40 round. It was the chosen service pistol mostly for the intimidating size and sound of it, coupled with a good service record.
While seated with Zoe, he had been watching the crowds, and more importantly, puzzling out his missing heart-surgery patient. He was aware of the kilometers upon kilometers of forgotten tunnels beneath the city streets. There was efforts of late to start sealing them up, but like all things, the more money that was put into the effort, the slower it went. Government bureaucracies were never efficient things.
Drayson stood and brushed his knees off in the process and waved off Nadia's money, "Consider it your tax dollars at work, Mrs Bortnik."
Pistols were legal own and to carry, with the proper permits, so he let the girl's question go without suspicion. Wouldn't do to reunite the mother and child, only to have to turn around and arrest the other for something so silly. Besides, he had more important things to worry about then to process the paperwork. "New to the city, I take it?"
He patted his chest where the pistol was holstered, but didn't actually pull it out.
The weapon had all the common bells and whistles; built in laser sight, bio-metric lock, coded to his thumbprint and readings. Rails for whatever ridiculous attachments he might want for a pistol, and it chambered a .40 round. It was the chosen service pistol mostly for the intimidating size and sound of it, coupled with a good service record.
While seated with Zoe, he had been watching the crowds, and more importantly, puzzling out his missing heart-surgery patient. He was aware of the kilometers upon kilometers of forgotten tunnels beneath the city streets. There was efforts of late to start sealing them up, but like all things, the more money that was put into the effort, the slower it went. Government bureaucracies were never efficient things.
Drayson stood and brushed his knees off in the process and waved off Nadia's money, "Consider it your tax dollars at work, Mrs Bortnik."
Pistols were legal own and to carry, with the proper permits, so he let the girl's question go without suspicion. Wouldn't do to reunite the mother and child, only to have to turn around and arrest the other for something so silly. Besides, he had more important things to worry about then to process the paperwork. "New to the city, I take it?"