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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DG70S5fumHso&amp;hash=e7886deeb62bfd9333b6e38b42ebd0d9" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G70S5fumHso" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">One Man Army</a>​</div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The wife was a natural. None of the what they were doing would have been possible with an ordinary woman at his side. The incident with Shaun had provoked her true colors to emerge. She was the woman that all other women should have strived to be—fierce, loyal, caring. Benjamin found himself eager to permanently let the beast out of her. Perhaps he would get what he wanted soon enough. The coming violence and rage would certainly entice them both. Seeing Talia go at it with the gear was like witnessing a symphony for the first time, an Orchestra of Death.<br/>
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Benjamin began with clothing. A tactical vest would have to be the garment of choice for his torso. The man behind the counter asked if armor plating was preferred, alas it was not. He need to be mobile and flexible at times out of cover and other protection. A set of hardened, dark polymer leggings eventually became the choice for pants. They offered modest protection against sharp and blunt objects and were compatible with a myriad of harnesses and straps. Benjamin debated with himself for a while about the nature of said pants. He had never worse something as tight. However, he would find that they were quite comfortable to wear, after having slipped into them right then and there. Besides, Talia certainly would not mind the generous bulge the pants had on display. Would she even be able to control herself? He thought.<br/>
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Handguns were next. He wanted something sturdy, something reliable, something silent. The man behind the counter whipped up an old favorite. A silenced nine-millimeter with fifteen round capacity and laser pointer. The model was the latest in the line of Glock firearms, one which Benjamin had ample experience with. “Bag two,” he said. They moved on to the primary weapons. The clerk recommended the SPAS line of shotguns with plasma infused incendiary rounds for when the party was over and they needed to make a grand exit. Benjamin gestured for the man to bag it. For precision and range, the man showed the classic, but top of the line AR-15 assault rifle with long and medium range sights and extended magazines. It was a done deal. For when things became close and personal, the clerk suggested the Power Sword and Shield combination. Both items were powered by electricity for additional offensive capability. The shield could be retracted and folded to fit around a wearers arm. It also had two modes of unfolding: Wide and Focused. The first setting offered more space of protection, but at the cost of thickness of the material. The focused setting only offered protection for the wearer, although stronger. The setup was perfect.<br/>
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As they moved on, something caught Benjamin’s attention behind the clerk. “What’s that?” he asked. The elderly man behind the counter glanced at the equipment pointed at with a smirk. “That there is a Hyper Particle Beam Phalanx.” Benjamin stared at the weapon for a moment. It resembled a Rail Gun, but much larger, heavier, and probably more powerful. “Bag it,” he said. “They mount it on tanks, kid. It’s not for carrying,” the clerk chuckled. Nothing else was said. After seeing that Benjamin was not fucking around, the elderly man wiped the smirk off of his face and simply nodded. Continuing their stroll down the glass encased counter, they came upon information concerning a Power Armor suit. “This is operational?” Benjamin asked as he skimmed through the diagnostics of the holographic interface. “Sure is. Ever worn one before?” The clerk asked. “No, but I’ve worn heavy duty exoskeletons at work for several years, which is basically a Power Armor without the actual armor,” Benjamin said. “Well, you don’t have to worry about much in this thing. Comes with a mounted mini-gun that will shred everything to pieces. Mind the batteries, though, as the suit eats them up pretty quickly. I suggest you pick up some spares,” the elderly clerk said. Benjamin picked up a small device that looked like a transponder or tracker. “This is for the armor?” He asked. “Yeah, we air-drop the armor to the coordinates of the tracker.” Benjamin was content and nodded at the man, adding the suit to the list of purchases. “Anything else?” the clerk asked when they had reached the end of the counter. “Grenades. Two of each kind. Extra mags for the AR and Glocks. Ceramic steel daggers, five. You got poison coating?”—“Yup”—“Alright, load up two cans.”—“That’s it?”—“All done.”—“Coming up.”<br/>
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Benjamin met with Talia at the exit. He was carrying a bag for himself, while his other purchases were being loaded into the car by the clerk and his two assistants. “How do you like my new pants?” He asked the wife and slightly parted the raincoat, so that she could see them. Even if they were comfortable, they made the man rather self-conscious about his appearance. It was all rather ironic considering half of his body was metal. However, he was ready for whatever reaction she had to spit. When everything was loaded up, the contact approached the couple and tossed the credit card to Benjamin. “Nice doing business with you. Please, do stop by whenever the need rises again. I’ll give you 15% on your next spree,” the tattooed guy said. “Thanks, will do.” Benjamin nodded to the man before they disappeared into the car. His heart was pumping. They had never done anything this illegal in their entire lives. It was much like having sex for the first time. Everything was an awesome ride, but it ended way too soon. He reached around Talia’s presence and took her close again. This was it. They were all set. All they had to do now was get the address of the serial number from Stanley. Benjamin pulled out his phone and showed he pre-written, coded message to his wife before pressing send. The message said: <i>Hell hath no fury…</i></span></span>