A Man of Honor.

Chapter 10: Getting Even.

"I'm a kind person, I'm kind to everyone, but if you are unkind to me, then kindness is not what you'll remember me for." ~ Al Capone.

Sure enough first thing in the morning I met Kaiu at his indoor range first with the sawed off shotgun I had looted from the Dragons. The place was closed so I parked back and he let me in through the back of his business.

"Morning Gentleman," Kaiu greeted me as I entered in with the sawed off shotgun stuffed in a bag, "what you got there?"

I set the bag on the table and pulled out the old shotgun. "I was thinking I could get some shells for this from you," I explained to him.

Kaiu looked at the shotgun I set on the table like I had thrown down some garbage and he picked it up to inspect. "Are you sure you don't just want a new shotgun? What trashcan did you even get this from?" He asked me as he stripped apart the gun and inspected it piece by piece frowning at the spots of rust and the tape around the sawed off grip.

"I took it from a Dragon," I explained to him.

"No wonder it's a piece of shit. I can get you something better than this street trash if you want. What's the occasion?" He asked me.

"I just need it to teach some guys a lesson," I told him, "not kill anyone, just make them hurt."

He looked up at me and motioned to his face, "Same guys that left you black and blue?" he asked me, indicating my bandaged nose and bruised face. My aura was starting to return and was working to heal my wounds but even after a full night sleep my face was still a mess.

"Yeah," I said scratching the back of my neck, "Normally I'd just get a bat or a crowbar but you see these guys are packing aura so I need something that can take down their aura fast. Do you have anything like that rock salt that could maybe do the trick?"

He set the disassembled gun down one the table and tapped his finger. "Rock salt might do something to their aura but if you want something that's gonna hit them hard... I think I might have something for you."

He left for a moment and returned with a box of shells. "A client of mine wanted these for a bank job but he got pinched before the heist and never collected," he explained pulling out the green plastic shell and holding it up for me to see.

"What's so special about them?" I asked him.

"They're custom bean bag rounds," he explained with a proud smile, "I filled them with gravity and lighting dust, they'll hit like a brick and give those bastards a good shock. If that doesn't send them the message they'll feel like they got lead weights on their legs and they'll just be begging for a beat down."

"That sounds perfect," I said to him, inspecting one of the shells, "how much?"

"I'll give you the whole box for two hundred," he explained to me.

"Two hundred!?" I asked, finding that to be way steeper than I was expecting to pay. "I could just get myself another gun for that."

"Hey man, these are top quality," he assured me. "Plus dust prices are at an all time in case you haven't noticed, two hundred is a bargain."

I found that rather peculiar. Ozpin had sent me here because he suspected that the Clan was colluding with Torchwick on the dust robberies, but it seemed the shortage was even affecting Kaiu. I would have thought that one of the Clans arms dealers would have access to dust others didn't, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

"Alright," I said, pulling out a roll of lien and counting out the bills. "You got anything else for me? I suppose I shouldn't just have one trick up my sleeve when I visit these guys." I asked him, thinking that going in with all my eggs in one basket wouldn't be the smartest way to face Cardin and his team.