ARCRADE: The Wrath of Damien (on hold)

Chapter 7: Invading (Edited)

"Yes! A figure drenched in darkness . . . the red light of hatred coming out of his eye . . . the dreaded symbol of cross and anarchy . . . it was definitely the Demon!"—A survivor of one of the raided bases of the "Ryuu-kai", the third biggest yakuza syndicate of Arcrade. (Translated)

"I think this would fit you," Dain said while pulling out something from underneath the counter.

He handed it to me, and I studied it while raising my eyebrow.

It was a double-barreled shotgun which was longer than my forearm, a classically styled gun that didn't have a stock. Plus, it had a latch on the top of the shotgun, linking the two barrels and the receiver. The grip and the fore-end were made of wood while the rest were made of metal.

"You were expecting me to come and buy a new gun?" I asked him.

"Of course, I was!" Dain said. "As I told you before, the SMG that you bought before was cheap! So, I decided to prepare this to sell it to you when you come to buy a new gun."

I held it in my left hand while I observed the latch on the double-barreled shotgun. Then, I shook it downwards out of curiosity, and the latch that was holding the barrels and the receiver released itself, letting the two barrels go down so I could put two shotgun shells in the cartridge chambers. I shook it upwards, and the two barrels were linked to the receiver again by the latch.

"Not bad," I commented.

"Yeah," Dain agreed, "it'll take less time for you to reload. Give it to me and let me show you."

I handed the double-barreled shotgun to him.

He pulled out two shotgun shells from under his counter and placed them on it.

After he grabbed the handle with his right hand and the fore-end with his left, he aimed the shotgun at the front of the room and pulled the two triggers, making a shotgun blast sound with his mouth, firing the gun imaginarily. Then, he shook it down, opening the shotgun, raised it so imaginary empty shotgun shells could fall out onto the ground, grabbed the two shotgun shells on the counter while lowering the double-barreled shotgun, and put them inside the cartridge chambers quickly. After that, he shook it upwards, closing the two barrels of the shotgun into place and aimed it back at the front of the room.

I whistled in awe.

"I'll buy it," I said.

"I'll sell this shotgun for . . . 1000 tokens," Dain said, "and if you give 50 more tokens, I'll give you a shotgun shell belt that works like a holster too!"

I pulled the USB of my wrist screen out and inserted it into the USB port placed on the counter, next to a hand scanner. After a few seconds of waiting, my wrist screen alerted me that 1050 tokens were now out of my account.

Dain handed me the shotgun and the shotgun shell belt.

"Oh, can you take back this leather gun holster?" I asked him while I took off the gun holster from around my waist.

"Certainly," he answered and took it.

I strapped the new shotgun shell belt around my waist and held the new shotgun with my left prosthetic arm.

"Normally, people should hold shotguns with both hands, but I think you could hold yours with your left one because it's a prosthesis."

I nodded. "Thanks for the gun and the belt, Dain."

"You're welcome, my boy!" he said while saluting at me. "Kick some criminal butts for me, will ya?"