First stop in town (Nico)

[«Wraith»]

He touched down in the city a few hours ago, nothing like being able to actually fly in his FDT in order to get around fast. This Raccoon City was like an old friend who you hadn't seen or talked to since high school, it still looked the same and there was an air of familiarity about it but it wasn't the same. It was drastically different, even more than just a fresh coat of paint and the authoritarianism.

But just like before this city held secrets, secrets that would come to light one day and god help the population of this place because he wasn't really. He found himself in front of a building, the red neon from the sign glowing on him as he stood there. This was the place to go if he needed an upgrade is what he had heard and also someone by the name of Goldstien was still around and running the shop.

He walked in through the double doors, the smell of gun grease and the music blaring gave him a different feel. This couldn't have been the same shop run by the crabby old lady who in a way became like a mother figure to him in some weird way. In his causal manner he sauntered up to the counter and leaned his back against it as he tapped the service bell.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

How she heard the bell over the music was beyond anyone, she stepped from the back and opened a door letting the extremely loud music escape into the shop front. The door swung closed behind her and she was taking off two oil covered gloves with a welders mask hanging from her belt loop.

"Sup," she said tossing the gloves on the counter to her right, "what can I do you for?"

She was wiping a black oily spot off her cheek as she talked, apparently she was doing some sort of mechanic work.

[«Wraith»]

Well that accent sounded familiar, he pushed up off the counter and swung around to see a young brunette woman who didn't exactly look quite like Nell. The look on his face was obvious enough to read. It was a mix of confusion and a small; well who's this now? He leaned in on the counter, his hair was in a ponytail but the person standing before her was none other than Dante in the flesh. "I'm sorry, I was looking for someone else."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"One sec, I'll see if," she looked over her shoulder and yelled, "HEY TODD YOU HERE?!"

There was a pause and no answer, she looked back at Dante and shrugged, "if you're looking for guns I got plenty. You don't look like the off the streets civilian type though so I'm expecting you're looking for the arsenal... If I'm wrong, then I'm gonna have to kill ya because I just name dropped our biggest secret."

She stared at him for a second then let out a small laugh, "only joking of course."

[«Wraith»]

He gave her one of those looks like yeah whatever before he shook his head and cracked a smile, "Well." He reached behind his back under his coat and whipped out two very special pistols to him, one was black and bulky with dark oak pistol grips, the other was around the same size but slightly slimmer and was nickle plated with light oak pistol grips. On each of them were pictures of Victorian ladies and along with slides were inscribed; "For Dante By .45 Art Warks."

They were the twin set of pistols which he cherished most, they killed hundreds of thousands of things and they were the only firearms built to literally withstand his crazy stylish methods and insane punishment. They were simply named Ebony and Ivory.

He set the pair of pistols on the counter, "I was looking to upgrade these bad boys but, I can't trust just anybody with them. I was told their was a Goldstein around here."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"A Goldstein is here," Nico replied, she was looking at the inside grips of both pistols and reached under the counter grabbing a pack of cigarettes and took one out and put it in her mouth and lit it, "you're holding two of my mothers pistols. Specifically the last works she was known to have created."

She held both hands out after putting the cigarette between her lips palming with her fingers for him to hand them over to her. She hadn't had the chance to hold many of her mothers works, but everything she had created before dying was still in amazing condition despite how long ago that really was.

[«Wraith»]

"Huh... You don't much look like her." He replied after listening to what she said. He looked over the guns and twisted them around in his hands before placing them in her palms. "Yeah she got tired of me constantly breaking guns I'd buy from her." He explained as he once again leaned on the counter only off to the side more as he propped up his elbow and resting his head on his fist.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"Adopted," she said grabbing both weapons and examined the tops of them going over every alteration and detail Nell put into them, they were masterpieces of a woman who spent her last moments, literally her blood and sweat into them. To be honest they were perfect already in her eyes.

"What exactly do you want done to them," she asked once again her attention drawn to the pictures on the side of the grips.

[«Wraith»]

He looked around the place noticing all the different weapons and things, though a very specific sawed off shotgun that was hanging up on the wall seemed to draw his attention but it was snapped back when she spoke up, "These things were great back in the day, but now a days they've barely got the punch needed to take down some of the newer things."

The truth was he needed something that wouldn't have him constantly using his energy manipulation talents to put the extra hurt into the bullets he usually throws at enemies. "Need it to work just as well, without jamming." He shrugged soon after, "But if it can't be done, it's that that big of an issue."

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"What you're asking is a lot," she said setting the Ebony down and ejected the magazine out of the Ivory and pulled back on the slide ejecting the bullet from the chamber which she caught and sat on the counter, "these weren't designed to go up in caliber, they're custom fit for a .45 and designed to be rapidly fired by the looks of them. Theoretically I might be able to up them to a .454 but even then, you're already packing a lot of heat here."

"Better question," she said and pulled the cigarette from her mouth flicking the ash, "what are you trying to kill?"

[«Wraith»]

"Things that don't die no matter how many .45's you plug into them." His reply was so casual and yet there was still something pretty freaking ominous about it. Like he'd dealt with a few things recently that just didn't get put down by a wall of bullets which he even put extra oomph behind too. Then again it was also sounded like he was honestly getting ready for a war or something. "While we're talking business." He said shifting the conversation by pointing to the sawed off hanging on the wall, "How much for that beauty, or at least something like it?"

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"Four fifty for the shotty," Nico said and sat the Ivory down, she danced around an idea or two in her head thinking about the project she was working on, he didn't need to upgrade the caliber of his weapons, the .45 was good enough the problem was he was using common grade ammunition.

"I'm not touching Grans masterpieces, instead, I come at you from this angle. I can design a special grade of bullet that has the stopping power of something like the Jackal. You'll be able to swap out the magazines depending on what you're fighting but it'll be an improvement."

[«Wraith»]

"I'll take it and what you're suggesting." He replied cocking his head to the side in his typical fashion, to be honestly he didn't want to really change a damn thing about those guns. They were his babies and Nell had made them specifically for him, hell she even sat him down and made him put them together so he knew how every part and piece worked and how he could clean them. It was one of the last interactions he had with her so yeah the guns meant a hell of a lot to him.

From an inside pocket of his coat he pulled out a small black card which he passed over to her. What was left of TriCell's money after it had been wiped out was on the card and the kid he was protecting made sure it all went to him. So technically right now he was rich as hell.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"I'm thinking," she said looking over to the wall where a HF combat straight machete was hanging, big brain plays here Nico, "I have an idea but I'm gonna need to make a call to a friend. There's a thing called Metallic Archaea, that shit is a different kind of unusual. If I can get the clearance from my supplier slash broker, I can start manufacturing them bullets made from it and on the DL slip them to you as well."

She picked up his card, "for a price of course, nothing in this world is free."

[«Wraith»]

He motioned to the card, his body language simply saying, 'by all means' the fact was that in this moment money didn't exactly mean a damn thing to the guy and he was pretty generous when it came to money too. "Take what you'll need plus some." He finally replied tapping the counter his hand and pushed off the counter he went over to where the shot gun was and grabbed it off the wall looking it over several times.

It looked sturdy, in all the right areas that it needed to be including the hinge, muzzle, and triggers. It wasn't like his old one which was simply a seriously jury-rigged double barrel hunting rifle. This thing had two barrels with some sort of integrated mag system and it ejected shells the same way a breaker arm shotty did and it was styled after a sawed off instead of being an actual sawed off. This thing was a real beauty