[Center][color=ed1c24][b]Waylon - S&W Weaponry - Morning  [/b][/color][/center]


“I’ll buy it along with 200 round of ammo and a couple of spare mags if you them it.” Steve stated “oh and by any chance do you have a silencer for it? I imagine it will be pretty deadly with one.”

“Let me take a look for some mags real quick. I don't have a silencer but I can build one, all I need to do is check the thread pattern.” Waylon pulled a plastic pencil box from under the counter full of various nuts with different threading, the pattern was written neatly on the side of the nuts. He grabbed a couple and tried them on the end of the barrel, “Looks like ¾ x 10 thread pattern. Give me a couple of days and I should be able to build one for you, we can settle on a price then, sound good?”

“As far as the 9mm ammo, 2 caps a piece and the Cobray will set ya back... $350 caps. I went through the entire pistol, checked headspacing, springs, cleaned and oiled it up. She should fire like a champ, oh, and I worked the firing pin and bolt, she's a full auto now. She has a bit of muzzle rise under fire, but if you're sprayin’ and prayin’ in close quarters she'll make a person into Swiss cheese real quick.” Waylon laughed and finished counting out the ammo. He swapped the ammo and pistol for Steve's caps, he reached out and shook Steve's hand, “Enjoy, thanks for the business. I need to run upstairs and check on Eliza. Say, have you seen Shelby? She hasn't been here since I woke up, seems a little off to me.” He listened to Steve, “OK, well, if you see her, tell her to get her ass home would ya? I'll see ya later.”

Waylon fetched two mugs of coffee from his office and went back upstairs after Steve walked out. He gently knocked on the door, “Eliza? I brought you a coffee.” He walked into the room and sat the coffee down, “Freshly brewed, careful it's hot. So, how's it feel to be upright again?” he asked before taking a sip of his coffee.