"Yeah, this'll do nicely," Samuel said, looking over the machine-pistol with a grin. The feline had, on second thought, decided to rescue his drugs from the garbage bin - they made nice trade material in addition to cash he offered for the weapon. The weapon had the matte black of any modern military firearm and seemed to utilize plastic and other durable synthetic materials where possible - only the most important parts like the barrel were made of steel.<br/><br/>It was one of NIGHT's sidearms. NIGHT didn't screw around - instead of the largely-ineffective semiauto sidearms most security forces used, NIGHT outfitted it's agents with machine pistols. The sheer volume of lead-based death made encounters with creatures more survivable even when the agent's main weapon had been lost. It was nothing compared to the rifles and shotguns Samuel had seen NIGHT using though - that looked like stuff ripped from sci-fi and were as effective as they were impressive. Luckily, NIGHT only patrolled the border and important sections of town in regular sweeps, elsewhere they might show up only once per night and be gone quickly, or never show that night.<br/><br/>Of course, said weapons were only useful if you could use them, and while NIGHT's body armor was designed to stop bullets as well as the slashing and piercing strikes of knives or claws, it could only reduce blunt force trauma so much, and really couldn't do much of anything against it's user being subjected to the digestive tract's processes.<br/><br/>Samuel bet that was why "War Pig" Will managed to get his hands on the guns, and why it was always the guns and never the body armor. The fact that the weapons-dealing boar didn't look any thinner since this whole thing started only compounded the idea that he was stocking his NIGHT-based wares by picking off patrols every now and then.<br/><br/>Regardless of the weapon's origin, Samuel had nothing against buying it and Will did accept the mixture of drugs-and-cash as payment for the machine pistol and a few magazines of ammo. With his new, far fancier and hopefully more effective pistol, Samuel headed off down the alleyways. He was, technically, heading back to Reizu's place, but it was a long and meandering route back there.<br/><br/>Samuel was almost looking for a fight - almost because it was a subconscious thing, rather than a conscious decision. After last night, he wanted to feel powerful again, in control. Maybe even fill his gut.