Rusty was in fact in. The old storefront was where he spent most of his time these days. RCFC had grown huge, far larger than he had ever plan, and several orders of magnitude larger than he could handle with anything resembling competence. He was still the CEO, the majority shareholder, and by virtue of being the member of the board most likely to shoot someone in the throat the chief decision maker, but by and large he left the running of the company to others. They'd call him if they needed him, which meant he was free to take up whatever merc contracts came along. Or, when there wasn't a contract, putter around in the original storefront.
It was still located in what passed for the bad part of Breehara. Far nicer than most bad parts of town on most planets, but there was a lot of graffiti and plenty of youths in hoodies. The real crime had moved out once the semi-psychotic Shard moved in. The police could never prove anything, other than that some of the weapons in the shop were
technically capable of leaving the little piles of ash they found from time to time. The matter was never pursued, partly because the Dresselians were a practical lot, but mostly because the police weren't keen on ending up as little piles of ash.
So when the excessively tall, vaguely female, and unambiguously armed figure came in the shop and plunked his very first LeMat prototype on the shelf, it was safe to say that she had his full and undivided attention.
The Shard had figured the new owner of the piece would stop by one day, so he had already compiled a list of things he wanted to add for starters.
"Right.
Roller trigger,
ghost ring sights,
IR laser built into the grips, upgrade to
.454 Casull over .45 Long Colt, and for kicks and grins, new internals that should improve reliability."
As he spoke, Rusty's computer called up the cached plans he'd been sketching. First off, the roller trigger. Rather than a curved trigger, the rolled used a straight one. The outside consisted of a free floating cylinder, knurled for texture, that could roll to either side with ease. It was held on by a small lip at the bottom that also would keep one's finger from sliding off. It was a simple change, but one that would do a lot to eliminate the problem of hasty trigger squeeze pulling the barrel to the left or right.
Ghost ring sights were superficially similar to peephole style iron sights used on many rifles, but the differences, while seemingly slight, were significant. The rear sight was larger, more open, and lined with tritium, which would make it easier to see in the day and would glow ever so slightly at night. The front sight was larger, broader, and the tip was also lined with tritium. The glow wouldn't be visible for more than a few feet, and since it would be holstered most of the time, Rusty reckoned the added utility was worth the risk. The idea behind the setup was simple: by enlarging the rear sight's aperture, one could look through it from further away, and the more broad front sight would be easier to acquire. The system was great for shooters that liked to fire quickly, but still needed a degree of precision. It wasn't quite as snappy as a red dot sight, but not nearly as bulky, and batteries weren't an issue either.
The IR laser in the grips wouldn't need batteries either. Small piezoelectric cells would use everything from the motion of the shooter running to the recoil of the weapon to generate the miniscule amounts of power needed to power the small, streamlined laser. When activated, the laser would fire just above the shooter's trigger finger, but on the opposite side of the weapon. The laser would be invisible to the naked eye, but perfectly visible to any sort of night vision or thermal optic, which the Shard more or less assumed the customer used on reflex. It would be sighted in for 20 meters, giving the shooter a practical aimpoint out to about as far as anyone should be shooting in the first place. It was useful out to about 50 meters, but at that point, she'd be lucky to put the bullet in a six inch circle. Great if you wanted to pop someone in center mass, not so great if you wanted to shoot the cigarette out of their mouth.
The .454 Casull upgrade just made sense. From what the Shard had seen, the customer had well above average strength, which was great, because the .454 was not a round with which one should kark lightly. Though the casing was the same diameter as the .45 Long Colt, it was slightly longer, and held a 300 grain bullet instead of a 250 grain one. It also held a crapload more powder. The .45 LC fired a 250 grain bullet at roundabout 260 meters per second. The .454 Casull fired the 300 grain bullet at 500 meters per second. The recoil would be intense on a base human, but he suspected it wouldn't be a problem here, especially since a bullet that size going that fast would make a spiced up wookiee lay down and take a nap. And probably the one behind him too, come to think of it.
The internals upgrade was mostly just technical stuff. Lighter sere, lighter hammer draw, stronger components, mostly just the fruits of having way the hell more resources to work with this go round.
"Anything else you can think of?"
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