Joking aside, the motherfucker still kept the set for "emergencies" as she stated but we did find some things on display that piqued our interest. I did call Building 34 some sort of mall but there was this section where it looked like a pawn shop with several memorabilia or random items hoarders like me would love to collect.
"Oh, shit! This is sick!" I exclaimed.
Kaley and Quinn looked over to me, "What is it?/ Did you find another costume?"
"No! Heh, Royo has this box of plates from all 50 states and DC! The old man would love this! I can't believe he hasn't seen this yet—"
Then Quinn suddenly pried it off my hands, "Thank you, dibs."
"Wha—"
"I just said dibs, piss off!"
"I found it first—"
"Did you say dibs?"
I rolled my eyes, "Fine, keep it. There are three other boxes of the same thing over there—"
"Well, you should've said so! Still keeping this one though... Looks... cleaner... and less rust..."
Kaley turned to me, shaking her head, "Is Oscar collecting license plates?"
I replied before I picked another box and placed it on the cart, "Yeah."
"How far along is he though?"
"Hmm~ Texas?"
"Okay..."
"..."
"And? What else—"
"Ah. Just Texas— Ow! Kaley!"
"Is he collecting them or not?!" Kaley exclaimed as Quinn almost died from laughing.
But yeah, we can't just keep this gold mine to ourselves so we gave a call to everybody else with us. Granted I wasn't sure that the truck, the food, and the story I gave Royo could cover up all the expenses, but he gave me a breath of relief when he said that he could just put it in my tab.
"Hmm~ Seven years, I think?"
"That's a long time."
"And it's still in tip-top shape. Had to replace a few parts for the thousands upon thousands of rounds I run through this baby because the best thing about this is that handle's non-reciprocating. The bigger trigger guard helps too if you're wearing gloves like that but's it's just a normal SCAR without the annoying things we marksmen had to bear while using this particular gun."
Jared never looked so shocked, "What the fuck— FOR REAL?! This is gonna be like— A thousand dollars more expensive! My thumb used to get murdered with the reciprocating handle when I was just getting used to mine!"
"Sucks, right? But this thing solves that problem..."
"Maaan~ I'll pay top dollar for this one..."
"That's what I'd like to hear~"
'Ah, fuck... He isn't helping his case one bit...'
Royo threw us a bit of a bone, "That's true on all accounts but the scope you have on plus all the other bling you have on yours is just about the same price as this one."
Jared cut in, "But it's stock!"
"That's true too, heh. Well, aside from the paint it has."
"Which probably costs more—"
I had to step in again, "But yeah— Wait, why'd you take off all the bling though?"
Jared followed, "What are you currently running?"
Royo forced a smile, "Do I have to tell you, gentlemen? Why'd you think I'm working on projects instead of going on runs?"
I quipped, "Because you're a great engineer?"
"HAH! DAMMIT! I TRIED GOING FOR THE SOB STORY BUT IT BACKFIRED! Fuck it! No particular reason, just moved on to belt-fed shit when I partially lost my vision in both eyes. It's not as bad as you think—I can still shoot sub-MOA, if any of that matters—though there are better people for the job."
"..."
"..."
"And no one here could use a welder's torch better than me and all the shit you can see that could make things spark. Anyway, enough of that, what are you gonna give me for this? Take note, I'll only be this generous until midnight which is coincidentally only a few hours away."
"How about we bling it up, first?"