Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 17, 2007 0:17:55 GMT -5
As the door opens, Priz cocks the big automatic's hammer and brings the gun up, pointing it at the stranger's head. Although slightly surprised by the confused looking man's friendly attitude, he still manages to keep his face blank and his voice monotone.
"I'd love to," he says coldly, "But after some of the things I've seen in this area, I'm afraid I'm going to need to take your weapons first. Hope you understand, I'm just not too keen on getting halfway into the show and getting a hole or two in me."
Keeping the gun up, he holds out a small canvas bag.
"Just put them in there, slowly please. I'll give them back after we have a friendly little talk. Provided you still need them afterwards that is."
Priz smiles grimly. "And please, no funny stuff. Your just going to have to... trust me. After digging through dead bodies all day to find some ammo, I'm none too keen on wasting some bullets on you."
"I'd love to," he says coldly, "But after some of the things I've seen in this area, I'm afraid I'm going to need to take your weapons first. Hope you understand, I'm just not too keen on getting halfway into the show and getting a hole or two in me."
Keeping the gun up, he holds out a small canvas bag.
"Just put them in there, slowly please. I'll give them back after we have a friendly little talk. Provided you still need them afterwards that is."
Priz smiles grimly. "And please, no funny stuff. Your just going to have to... trust me. After digging through dead bodies all day to find some ammo, I'm none too keen on wasting some bullets on you."
