Frank and Pete looked around at the sci-fi weapons showroom that rose up from the floor around them.
Everything was small. Conveniently sized for a single specialist to carry. Frank picked up a handgun the size of a standard colt. It felt balanced, but heavier than a normal.
"Hey darlin' what's this fire?"
By the lift doors, Lydia cringed. Alice walked over to Frank. "I may not be human Mr. Bastion, but a little respect would go a long way."
Frank actually looked abashed. "Sorry boss."
Alice smiled. "That's fine. That is a three thousand round semi-automatic pistol."
Frank's mouth dropped, and his eyes widened.
"Three thousand rounds?" He whispered.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Ever heard of Metal Storm?"
"Yeah. Australian."
"This is the same principle of superposed loading. Just with nano-diamond, armour piercing, flechettes in a spiral configuration."
"Armour piercing..." Frank was feeling giddy.
"Are you alright Mr. Bastion? You're flushed, breathing shallowly and your heart rate is spiking. If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd just fallen in love?" Alice smiled.
Frank stared at the weapon. "Yeah, yeah... Fallen in love... Eh? What?" He blinked, coming back to reality. The machine was making fun of him!