Kevin was about to try and put some pants on when his new friend spun him around about as unceremoniously as possible. Before he could react she was smacking him in the face. Apparently she wasn't going to put up with being "lied" to. Just because he didn't want to share everything about him didn't mean she needed to flip out. That being said, two could play at this game. He snapped his human fingers and he burst into flames. Zara didn't seem terribly interested at this point, so he simply left himself to smoulder, burning off his anger as he got dressed. Unfortunately, it seemed she'd struck a chord, and the contractor was still burning brightly when he'd finished getting dressed. He grabbed a few of the larger scraps of his old clothes, and re-packed his bag. Now the only problem was his lack of weaponry.
The only real option was to grab the rifle from the man who'd tried to kill him. It did make sense. Coyote had mentioned something about that at one point, so he decided to give it a try. Stalking over to the dead man, he finally went from burning to a proper smoulder, which died out quickly once he was more interested in the corpse and its secrets ,than anything else. The raider only had eight magazines, and they were mostly a mixture of steel and aluminum GI magazines. The one jewel was the forty-round PMag squirreled away in the man's backpack, probably for trade. A bit of work had his chest-rig repurposed in a hurry, and he stashed his magazines away, fully intending to buy new ones as soon as possible. Then he checked out the weapon itself.
It looked like someone had taken a pretty standard M4A5 and put a new barrel and an A1 grip on it. Then they'd proceeded to strap as much crap as they could to it. Most of it came off immediately, the excessive accessories only made the weapon heavier than it needed to be. He only left the sight, laser designator, and foregrip on the weapon, and even those got moved around. It didn't take much time, though, since the man obviously knew what he was doing. Despite the time since he'd done this sort of thing professionally, the rifle sat comfortably in hands as he straightened up. The way he scanned the horizon, it was like the contractor had never stopped. He had to admit it felt good. "I told you so." Coyote gloated in his head. "Fuck you." he mouthed back, looking at the way they had to go. He wouldn't be surprised if more people showed up, drawn in by the gunfire. He supposed the only thing he could do about that, though, was to keep watch until the vampire lady was ready to get back on her bike and keep going. He just hoped she wasn't going to try and leave him behind...
The only real option was to grab the rifle from the man who'd tried to kill him. It did make sense. Coyote had mentioned something about that at one point, so he decided to give it a try. Stalking over to the dead man, he finally went from burning to a proper smoulder, which died out quickly once he was more interested in the corpse and its secrets ,than anything else. The raider only had eight magazines, and they were mostly a mixture of steel and aluminum GI magazines. The one jewel was the forty-round PMag squirreled away in the man's backpack, probably for trade. A bit of work had his chest-rig repurposed in a hurry, and he stashed his magazines away, fully intending to buy new ones as soon as possible. Then he checked out the weapon itself.
It looked like someone had taken a pretty standard M4A5 and put a new barrel and an A1 grip on it. Then they'd proceeded to strap as much crap as they could to it. Most of it came off immediately, the excessive accessories only made the weapon heavier than it needed to be. He only left the sight, laser designator, and foregrip on the weapon, and even those got moved around. It didn't take much time, though, since the man obviously knew what he was doing. Despite the time since he'd done this sort of thing professionally, the rifle sat comfortably in hands as he straightened up. The way he scanned the horizon, it was like the contractor had never stopped. He had to admit it felt good. "I told you so." Coyote gloated in his head. "Fuck you." he mouthed back, looking at the way they had to go. He wouldn't be surprised if more people showed up, drawn in by the gunfire. He supposed the only thing he could do about that, though, was to keep watch until the vampire lady was ready to get back on her bike and keep going. He just hoped she wasn't going to try and leave him behind...