Transport
Mumbleing to himself about the earlier events, Frey walks inside the cargo bay where he see the large carts of weapons and munitions.
"They fought, for this? Honestly people have very short fuses."
Shaking his head, he goes over to one of the carts and picks up a rifle. An Enfield, he balances the weight on his free arm while visually checking the bolt. Leaning the barrel on the ground and leg, Frey pulls back the bolt and looks down the chamber.
"Man I miss mine. Gotta say never go wrong with a bolt action," he says to no one in particular as he locks back the bolt.
Market District
After walking from the South Docks, Courage enters the guns store he visited a month ago. As the door swing opens and rings a bell above it, the man behind the counter looks up from disassembling a shot gun. Adjusting the glass on his nose, he squint his eyes to see who had entered. After several seconds, he smiles as he recognise the person.
"Ah Courage, I wondered when you will come or order from me again. Please come in," he say as with a wave from his hand.
"Thank you Mr. Zuki," Courage replies back with a smile of his own.
"ah don't call me Mr. Zuki, makes me sound too professional. So what can I help you with?"
Going over to the counter, Courage leans on the top as he looks behind the man onto the gun rack.
"Well Isamu, I'm in town looking for a new rifle. And before you say that I could get a better one back in Anvala, your weapons have a certain feel to them that I like."
Placing his thumb and forefinger on his chin, Isamu turns around to face the gun wall.
"A new rifle huh? Don't like your old Guard rifle back home huh."
"She still have a certain kick to it, but I want something more....me. Something that fires long and fast."
"Fast and long distance him." Isamu mutters to himself as he moves down the racks. Shaking his head, he moves towards a door at the end of the counter and goes in. Courage stands idle as he listens to the various clanks of metal going on in the back. Soon Isamu returns with a rifle in hand.
The stock, upper and lower hand guards covered in dark oak, Isamu places an empty 15 round magazine underneath the receiver and pulls back the bolt. He then hands over the weapon to Courage as he examines the weapon.
"It's a carbine, still fires and kick like a rifle but is semi automatic then it's bolt load counterparts. Can load more than those five clip rifles, 10 rounds more. I made it from an old blueprint I found in an Old War tech book. Called the M1, this should be of your liking."
Bring up the carbine to his shoulder, Courage looks down the sights and pulls the trigger. Hearing the hollow click as the action falls, he looks over to Isamu with a satisfied look.
"You know me well. How much is it?"
"A good 1,500 silver crowns or 2,000 with gold."
"I'll take it. Can I send in payments though?"
"For you, I'll do it. I know you are a man of your word. Here are several more mags and a scope if you want to go sniping."
Slinging the carbine over his shoulder, Courage attaches the rest of the equipment in the empty pouches on his belt. Securing everything, he shakes Isamu's hand.
"Thanks again, I should have the first payment in two weeks."
"No problem hope I see you again."
With a quick two finger salute with his left, Courage walks out the shop while holding onto the strap with his right. Back onto the street he passes by a restaurant which he looks into. Passing the window, he stops and backtracks a little looking through once more. Inside he see two females at a table, one with many bags and another with maybe one or two. Trying to get a better glimpse as people are walking back and forth, Courgae taps the window and waves hoping to get their attention.
