Remember Who I Am

Chapter XX

December 24, 2023

9:01 AM

Manhattan, New York City, New York

Xavier had his foot resting on the pedal which led his car at about 35 miles per hour. Evan sat beside him, unloading his dufflebag earlier than he needed too.

"What's in that thing?" Xavier asked.

Evan pulled out the first item in it, a gun. It was short and stubby and had a suppressor.

Evan described it; "Beretta Px4 Storm. I put the suppressor on it. They don't do shit but make a gunshot sound like it could be a window shutting loudly. It gets rid of the gate. It also silences the boom."

Xavier, knowing how suppresors work, nodded as if he was learning something new.

"Do you have anything on you? You can borrow from the bag." Evan offered.

"Uhm, yeah." Xavier let go of the wheel as he was now at a red light, jammed in the middle of a bunch of cars. He pulled out his signature weapon; "HK P30L. I have a suppressor for it. I use it... sometimes... during hits."

"Got any rifles?" Evan asked.

"I had a Mossberg. It's back in the trunk of an old car. I think Rich has it now." Xavier said.

"You'll probably need one. Here, take one from the bag. Here's your options." Evan insisted.

He pulled out a big shotgun with a custom compensator on it; "Benelli M2 Super 90. Custom compensator."

Evan held it with one hand.

"Want me to place it back there or put i--"

"Yeah, just put it in the bag, I'll check 'em out later."

"Alright." Evan accepted his statement, stuffing the shotgun back inside his dufflebag, as he pulled out another shotgun. This one was very tall; "Remington 1100 TAC 4. Not customized. You might fit in with the guards. When I did a casing of the prison, a lot of the guards had a Remington. This's a good pick."

"You got more than just shotguns?" Xavier said as the long red light finally turned green.

"Yes." Evan said in a monotone manner. He stuffed the Remington back into the bag before pulling out a big AK; "AK-103. Custom grip. Extended stock."

Xavier glanced at it as he continued to drive.

"Looks good, you got a strap for it to hang on me, like Rambo?" Xavier asked.

"Indeed, I do." Evan said, he placed the rifle back into the bag.

He then pulled out the last one. It was a sniper rifle; "I know you like HK and this one is... an HK PSG-1. Sniper rifle. In case we need extra cover."

"Nice. I like that one." Xavier said; "I'll consider them."

"There's a few more pistols." Evan said.

"You can carry all that? That bag looks like it's around 50 pounds."

"I lift. It's 78 pounds. Sometimes I'll drag it. Sometimes I'll carry it."

"You'll arm a small country."

"Good." Evan said. He pulled out another pistol. He read them to himself this time; "Glock 19X. Installed laser. Custom grip. Police Department design."

Evan put it back in and pulled out 3 more; A Springfield Armory TRP, a Desert Eagle Mark XIX, and a Colt Detective Special, an old school revolver. Evan tossed them back into the bag.