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the altar than a scientist. He put his hand on the cloth, and I felt a brief connection spark between us. “You have to want this,” he said. “More than that, you have to need it. You are committing to making this a part of you for the rest of your life. If this weaponry is lost, it means you are lost. This should be held closer than a lover, and adored more than a child. It is your companion, your confidant, and your prize. Do you understand?”

    Both of our hands rest on the lumps hidden by the linen. The black of my gloves was lost above the midnight cloth. The nimble pale fingers of the weapon builder curled into fist and contrasted like pale moons over a black lake. The spark of our connection turned into a bolt. It was as if I could see past the words, past his face, and hear beyond his voice. His words carried with them images of sincerity and purpose. A warm light of truth and earnest flitted like wings over each syllable. I knew that this arrogant man, proud of his accomplishment, wanted more than praise. He wanted his creation to be used well. He wanted the weapon to succeed. He wanted me to succeed.

    There was silence after all his to-do, and it was time to remove the cloth. “At your leisure, Captain,” he said proudly.

    I ripped the cloth away.

HELL YES
    Everyone in the laboratory, besides me and father-gunsmith, blinked after a few awkward seconds of unimpressed silence. Despite the other scientists complete incognizance, I was about to break out into dance and song over what was on the table. Harkening back to my arena days, sat two of the most beautifully constructed pistols I had ever seen. They were reminiscent to the rigs I use to carry, but with noticeable, and better, differences. They were a carbon black, similar in color to my warsuit. The lines angled hard down the barrel into a sexy profile of detailed craftsmanship that had small same-color etchings shadow-engraved into the metal. The hilt and trigger adjusted based on whether I was wearing gloves, so that I could always have them on me. The various components of laser sights, a gun-cam, and search lights attached seamlessly to make them totally customizable. They looked dangerous, and they were all mine.

    From a lower shelf I was handed a small silver box. I placed it gingerly between the two pistols and opened it. Inside were two gems cut into perfectly thinned rectangles that pulsed with blue energy that I could almost hear humming.

    “Clips?” I asked noticing they would fit in open slots of both hilts.

    “Infinite Clips,” the man told me proudly. “Never reload again.”

    When I grabbed the Clips I felt another tingle of warmth wash over me. This time it was a hundred times more potent, and it was as if I could feel basic “gruntings” of emotion from everyone in the room. Most were bored, a few were excited, and then from one man far in the back, I could feel a definite sense of fear radiating off him like a beacon. I craned my neck to get a look at him, but he moved away from my gaze like I did in the night avoiding those searchlights.

    I shoved both gem-clips into the pistol hilts, and then I held them up to each side of my face. I felt the weapons hum to life. These were a little different from my old pistols. They were heavier, meaner, and tangibly more lethal. When I considered all I was going to be asked to do, I took comfort in them. They felt good in my hands. It was as if they belonged there with me and with no one else.

    I flipped the safeties on, turned the gun-cams on, and made a few crowd-pleasing spins and twirls. I did some of my old tricks the fanboys loved back in my arena days. A favorite was when I gave them a few whirls and tosses, and then I would stop and let the pointer dot land between someone’s eyes. Their eyes would cross and the people watching would inevitably laugh, clap, and cheer.

    The humdrum scientists showed some life as they let loose to enjoy my show. The fearful man tried to duck