by The Kingpin » Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:01 pm
they entered a room filled with computers, Drake noticing several familiar faces sitting at the various PCs, working. Mike sat down at a vacant one, the cubicle around it having a number of fast food restaurant logos dangling off the walls in the form of plastic bags, old fashioned hamburger wrappers, as well as a number of other odd decorations including a hawaiian dancer on top of the screen, an empty coffee mug by the mouse. the smell of cigarettes there was strong, and a bottle of Budwieser could be seen near the back of the desk the PC screen was on. Mike entered a password, the screen turning black with the Brimstone Logo rotating in it. he clicked on a program called VisuDraw. apparently the product of one of the Brimstone programmers since he'd never heard of it before. a window opened up showing a number of objects and names. some being weapons, some being electronics, and numerous other things. "So what do you need? Explosive Rounds for the Nemesis, the M4 you had worked on last time. the shotgun, what else?" said Mike. "I need a replacement for my shotgun. that Demon slashed it in half. i also want my remaining weapons remade with the same Alloy my blades are made of. just having the Nemesis nigh-indestructable isn't enough" said Drake. Mike began clicking names, among which were 50. Explosive Rounds, High Explosive 12 gauge shotgun slugs, and something marked SA-102B. he got up and said "OK. let's get working on that shotgun of yours". and with that, he led Drake out, heading for a different section of the complex; the Weapons Fabrication Section...
it wasn't long before an entirely new, specialised combat Shotgun was made for Drake. it looked like an oversized pump action combat shotgun, but a larger ammunition cache within the gun hinted at a few improvements. it was black, with a gold barrel, Drake's Logo acting as a crosshair. Drake had been given a restock on all his ammunition, including the utility ammo for his Nemesis, and his weapons had been reconstructed from the Super Alloy so that he wouldn't have to worry about another weapon being ruined. even his clothing seemed to have changed, a different weave pattern in it's threads, now being almost entirely made of the same body armour he originally had done for the trench alone. "Thanks alot, Mike. this'll really help" said Drake, now carrying a silver briefcase. "No prob. you're still doing us favours. it's the least we can do" said Mike. there was a longing look in Mike's brown eyes as he looked at the Briefcase. "Hey Mike...you told me your damaged your spine...wouldn't your...condition...have fixed that?" said Drake. "Well...it should've...but i think a bit of silver got in there and it's inoperable. as long as it's there, my body can't regenerate that part of it. one of the curses of being a Werewolf, i guess. ******* Silver axe...it makes me want to rip that Demon that did it apart all over again" said Mike, his eyes temporarily gaining a rich yellow colour, before returning to their normal brown colour. "Heh...you gave that guy enough pain for a hundred lifetimes. but hey. you're almost as immortal as i am. i'm sure eventually tech'll get good enough to be able to fix it. just give it some time" said Drake with a pat on the shoulder. Mike smiled. "I hope so...i miss the good old days" he said. "Anyway...i won't keep ya. good luck with those Demons. give em hell" he added. Drake chuckled. "I will. seeya Mike" said Drake as he walked toward the elevator, hitting the up button on the panel and waiting, getting in and heading back up to the car...
soon, Drake was heading back for the mansion, now geared to handle the situation more easily...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG