Sheri finally decided on the two Springfield XDs, as well as a short barreled shotgun that she also intended to have custom finished to match the motorcyle.
“That’s all you want? You’re sure? Sheri, we came here with the intention of getting the best weapons possible.”
Sheri nodded.
“These were the only ones I liked. The rest of it all looks clunky and too bulky.” Deadblood shook his head in disbelief.
“You could have gotten those at any gunshop, Sheri. You sure you don’t want to take a look at some of his knives, or clubs? He has this telescoping titanium baton I was looking at earlier that seemed like something you might like.”
“Nope, it’s ugly. I just want these Champ.” Deadblood groaned in frustration.
“You don’t even want something electrical? Tazer? Stungun?”
“Now who’s fucking playing Batman, Champ? I don’t need a utility belt full of crazy gear and huge guns, or even a belt at all. I don’t think he has anything in this place that compare with what I can do on a good day. No offense,” She replied, nodding at Wang.
“What about an egg roll then? You could always get one to go, have it for later.” Wang asked, still hopeful he might have a taker on his egg rolls.
Sheri shot Deadblood an evil look.
“No thanks Wang, just these guns. But hey,” She said, motioning to Deadblood. “You know what? Maybe he would like a few for dinner tonight. He did mention something about craving Chinese earlier today.”
Wang looked overjoyed. Deadblood looked like he might be ill.
Sheri smirked and walked away, leaving Deadblood to ward off the oncoming egg roll offers.
