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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 573 из 605If I’d had broader shoulders, it would have stayed put better, and since most of the people who test this stuff are male, and thus have broader shoulders, I couldn’t really complain much. It was still a sweet piece of equipment.
I had a stock mag attached to the butt of the Mossberg. I’d started carrying extra ammo in a thigh holder, but the Browning was on that thigh. I’d found that if I wore the extra ammo on my left thigh, it was harder to get to. It cost me a second, or three. If I couldn’t have my right thigh for it, then the stock mag was the next best thing. I went ahead and put extra ammo in the left thigh holder. You know that old saying, I’d rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. That applied to ammo better than anything else I knew.
Derry said, “That’s almost the exact same thigh holder as I gave you for your Browning. If you had it already, you didn’t need to borrow ours.”
“I have two set up for ammo. I don’t have one for handguns. If it’s comfortable I might get one.”
“So glad Mobile Reserve could help you try out some new toys.” He smiled at me.
I smiled back.
“He gives you a lousy holster, and you flirt with him. I loan you my whole second rig and nothing,” Killian said.
“That wasn’t flirting, Killian. When I flirt, you’ll know it.”
“Ooh,” Derry said.
Hudson came up, in full gear. “You going to keep distracting my men, Marshal, or are you ready to execute that warrant of yours?”
“I’m through distracting, if you’re through planning.”
“I’m through,” he said.
“Then me, too. Let’s go kill some vampires.”
“Not hunt, just kill?” he asked.
“Hunting vampires isn’t a catch-and-release sport, Sergeant.”
He laughed, a short surprised sound. “Either you’re getting funnier, or it’s fucking late.”
“It’s fucking late,” I said. “There are dozens of people who’ll say that I’m not funny at all.” I made him laugh again, and when you’re about to risk your life together, there are worse ways to begin.
77
It was one of those buildings downtown that had been rehabbed until outside it was an architectural wonder that had been saved from demolition, but inside it was ultramodern, ultrasleek, with carpet and almost empty halls, as if once they agreed on the two-tone paint job, they couldn’t agree on anything else. The building still had vacancies, but was mostly full. Good news for the investors, but bad news for us. If the building had been mostly empty the chances of having collateral damage would have been less. Collateral damage, isn’t that a nice phrase.
I had a stock mag attached to the butt of the Mossberg. I’d started carrying extra ammo in a thigh holder, but the Browning was on that thigh. I’d found that if I wore the extra ammo on my left thigh, it was harder to get to. It cost me a second, or three. If I couldn’t have my right thigh for it, then the stock mag was the next best thing. I went ahead and put extra ammo in the left thigh holder. You know that old saying, I’d rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. That applied to ammo better than anything else I knew.
Derry said, “That’s almost the exact same thigh holder as I gave you for your Browning. If you had it already, you didn’t need to borrow ours.”
“I have two set up for ammo. I don’t have one for handguns. If it’s comfortable I might get one.”
“So glad Mobile Reserve could help you try out some new toys.” He smiled at me.
I smiled back.
“He gives you a lousy holster, and you flirt with him. I loan you my whole second rig and nothing,” Killian said.
“That wasn’t flirting, Killian. When I flirt, you’ll know it.”
“Ooh,” Derry said.
Hudson came up, in full gear. “You going to keep distracting my men, Marshal, or are you ready to execute that warrant of yours?”
“I’m through distracting, if you’re through planning.”
“I’m through,” he said.
“Then me, too. Let’s go kill some vampires.”
“Not hunt, just kill?” he asked.
“Hunting vampires isn’t a catch-and-release sport, Sergeant.”
He laughed, a short surprised sound. “Either you’re getting funnier, or it’s fucking late.”
“It’s fucking late,” I said. “There are dozens of people who’ll say that I’m not funny at all.” I made him laugh again, and when you’re about to risk your life together, there are worse ways to begin.
77
It was one of those buildings downtown that had been rehabbed until outside it was an architectural wonder that had been saved from demolition, but inside it was ultramodern, ultrasleek, with carpet and almost empty halls, as if once they agreed on the two-tone paint job, they couldn’t agree on anything else. The building still had vacancies, but was mostly full. Good news for the investors, but bad news for us. If the building had been mostly empty the chances of having collateral damage would have been less. Collateral damage, isn’t that a nice phrase.