A little earlier today (thank you presidents day) so here you go/
Traxis' P.O.V
We sat at the kitchen table and 'debriefed' my dad on what had gone down. Interrupting comments from him had caused Sarah to go red and smack him across the face... several times. "…and that about sums it up." I folded my hands on the table.
"so… you two aren't getting hitched?" he let out a laugh and took another shot of whiskey. I heard the repeated *shing* of a wristblade being extended and retracted repeatedly. I looked to my side and found the source of the noise. To put it bluntly, Sarah looked pissed off.
"old man, I don't mean to stop your teasing, but… wait, yes I do! If you don't stop you will be stabbed and I won't try to stop her." He wiped the whiskey from his lips and his cocky grin came off with it. "so, you need an army? I don't have one of those."
Sarah kicked her chair over. "well then, why the hell did we come here?!" she walked towards the door when dad continued. "but, I do have a decent replacement. Come" he slipped his hands into the pockets of his faded blue uniform.
He brought us to a wall with a few guns mounted on it. "this is it?" sarah exclaimed, ever since the mask was removed, she has been very much more talkative. My dad merely turned a few guns on the wall and a pistol extended on a small post, he used it like a door handle.
Once inside, my eyes went wide. The walls were lined in guns, racks ran parallel with even more firepower, the corners held cannons, gatling guns, and an artillery piece. "how. The. Fuck." Sarah exclaimed, the old man pushed up his glasses and smiled "fourty kilos of solid gold, a few tight lipped weapons dealers, and the second amendment."
We split up and ran wild. One of the walls was adorned in holsters, bandoliers, and thigh straps of all shapes and sizes. I strapped on as many as I could and proceded to fill them. SMGs on my thighs, sawed-offs on my calves, revolvers on my hips, a heavy Thompson was strapped to my back, and throwing knives were everywhere.
Sarah was in a similar state by the end. Dad walked up to me with a pair of swords in crossed back mounted sheaths. "these are god knows how old, they haven't been used since an ancestor of mine. Use them well" I strapped the sheaths onto my back and pulled one of the blades.
The sword was light, the golden hilt wrapped around my knuckles, but not so much that it was fiddly to grab it. The weight felt off, so I pulled the other one. As soon as it's twin was in my hand, the sword felt stable. "they have to be used together, alpha cannot exist without omega and vice versa."
He leaned against the wall and stuck another cigar into his mouth "if one cannot gain enough manpower to fight an army, the one must carry enough firepower" he nodded to the door. "I think the two of you are ready" he smirked "you look so cute together"
I heard the cocking of about five different guns, but my dad didn't even flinch. "it is far too late to go not though, the two of you better get some rest" he pushed the barrel of a revolver out of his face. "I wasn't kidding about the bed thing, better get comfy lass" he raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"it isn't worth it Sarah" I stopped her before she filled him with lead. We left our guns on a pair of mannequins and headed upstairs to the guest room. I sat on the bed while Sarah used the shower in the on suite. Dad walked into the room with a bar of soap in his hand.
"there haven't been guests here in a while so I haven't stocked the soap in a while, be careful lad." He winked and laughed as he closed the door and left the room. I gulped and looked at the bar with regretful eyes. "goodbye life" I covered my eyes and slowly opened the door to the bathroom.
"I have the soap" my sudded entrance apparently surprised her and I hear her slip and fall. I briefly uncovered my eyes to see if she was okay… and let me say, she looked very okay. Before I could cover my eyes again she ran from the shower and brought a fist against my jaw.
A bit short, but I promise the next one will make up for this.