Chapter 59: Don’t Be the One Left in the Sewers
Chapter 59: Don’t Be the One Left in the Sewers
After returning to the company, Lance took everyone to the western cliffs near the port to test the handguns. The area was desolate, quiet, and ideal for practice. The crashing waves against the rocks masked the sound of gunfire, ensuring they wouldn’t attract attention.
Lance set up makeshift targets and encouraged everyone to take turns shooting.
This was the Federation, where freedoms extended to a shocking degree. The idea of avoiding firearms in gang disputes was laughable. In fact, Lance had heard of gang conflicts in other cities escalating to the use of armored vehicles. A few rounds from handguns were practically tame by comparison.
Much like luxury cars, firearms held a special appeal to men—and even the two women in the group eagerly tried their hand at shooting.
The weapons were small-caliber McGray revolvers, standard-issue police sidearms. Reliable but not thrilling. Lance suspected they had been sourced from the police themselves. The Federation had little fondness for small-caliber arms, favoring hunting rifles and assault weapons, but such details didn’t concern him.
The guns were in excellent condition, as if barely used. The bearded supplier had assured Lance that the barrels were re-machined, eliminating any forensic link to past crimes.
This precaution was essential. Stories of criminals unknowingly buying weapons tied to prior murders were common. Lance had once heard of a hapless man who bought a gun from the black market and used it in a robbery. Though he fired only warning shots and stole a mere few dollars, the gun’s link to a multi-victim murder in another state sealed his fate—he was sentenced to the electric chair.
To avoid such traps, Lance trusted only reputable suppliers.