“No, I’ll pass. I’m on that low carb thing, sorry. Gotta look good in the ring you know.” Sheri answered, shooting Deadblood a look. She definitely remembered what he’d told her of the fabled egg rolls. No way she was gonna risk it.
“You sure? They’re real good,” Wang coaxed, as Sheri shook her head.
“No, really, I’d love to but I just can’t. Maybe another time.” He finally gave up on trying to push his egg rolls on Sheri, and turned back to Deadblood.
“So what exactly were you wanting? Any ideas? I got some new stuff in you might like.” Wang said, gesturing to the back.
“Yeah, let’s take a look. Come on, Sheri.” Deadblood started towards the back, Sheri following dutifully. Soon they came to the main storage area, filled with table containg guns upon guns. Her eyes widened. Deadblood hadn’t been playing aorund when he’d told her Wang was the man to go to when you wanted a proper arsonal. Egg rolls aside, the man had enough weapons to supply a small army.
“I just got these in,” Wang pointed to a few Thompson submachine guns. Deadblood shook his head.
“Nah, I’m not into carrying a violin case around. Need something a little easier to carry.” Wang nodded, taking them over to another table
“M16. I’ll give you best price. You won’t find them for what I’ll let them go for.” he gestured to the table, Deadblood giving it an appraising look.
“Maybe. That could come in handy.” Sheri had wandered off at that point to take a look at a couple of SIG Sauers on a table near by.
“Look at these, Champ. Could get them cerakoted to match your bike. It’d look really good.” Deadblood rolled his eyes, and she huffed.
“I meant for me, jeez. I like coordination. Plus they're good guns.”
“I have more, over here.” Wang interupted, ushering Deadblood even further back into the warehouse.
