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“What’s this one?” Toga asked, picking up a gun from the rack of sniper rifles, all of which were labeled K. L. with carved in letters. Kaz sighed, “That,” he snatched it from her hands as she started waving it across the room, blatantly disregarding gun safety “Is the XH2241-A5 Javelin. Adjustable 8x scope, .50 BMG bullets, ten shot magazine, with a 23 inch barrel, an 80 percent muzzle brake, all alongside a built-in silencer. It’s one of a kind, and more importantly, it’s mine!” He paused, grabbing a smaller sniper from the rack and handing it to her. “Besides, this is more your size.”
Toga giggled, “What is it?”
“SRS-H-A7. Don’t wave it around. Usually called a Snake in the grass. It’s over a foot shorter than a traditional sniper, and is alot lighter because of that. 1300 yard range, a 5x scope, a 50% stress point reducer, and a solid 5 bullet magazine. You might be able to work it, but honestly I think you’d do better with an SMG.” He gestured toward a different rack, one with more compact guns.
“They’re lighter, fire faster, and have more bullets than a sniper. Frankly you’d do great with them Toga. You too Midoriya, SMG are versatile, virtually nobody would be blatantly bad with them.”
Izuku looked at the small guns, they were unusually designed, even compared to the guns the Hellsing organization used in operations, which were very clearly made with a quirk inclusive process. No, this was a little different, it was the general design of the SMGs that was odd, instead of long, they were short, instead of standardized, many magazines were strangely shaped.
“Midoriya, you're drifting again. We’re here to shoot shit, not daydream.”
“Sorry, sir.”
Kaz huffed, “Whatever, grab that SMG over there, and put you stupid 2062 away, in the trash if you feel like it. I told you earlier that we were moving on from standard weapons.”
“Why can’t I keep it?”
“Just do it. That 2062 is so stupidly basic it’s not even funny, besides the 12mm on the shelf looks a little more fun, doesn't it?”
It did, and a 12mm SMG did sound like more fun. Even if it was a tad outside his comfort zone. Picking the as of yet unnamed SMG off the shelf, Izuku found it was quite a bit heavier than he expected. Izuku briefly thought about asking for the name, but a part of him didn’t want to sit through another technical explanation of the guns specs. Plus, he was too afraid to say he didn’t actually know what Kaz was talking about.
“Remember Midoriya, you’re just getting a feel on guns, no third eye.”
“Right.”
“Ready?” Kaz said, handing everyone noise canceling headphones.
Izuku took aim “Ready.”
After one last check that everyone else had their headphones on, Toga and Milady having given thumbs up, Kaz nodded at Izuku, “Fire.”
He raised the SMG, aiming towards the center of the paper set the other side of the range, and unloaded.
Kaz held up his hand at Izuku from his position at his chair, taking his headphones off and gesturing for the rest to do the same.
“Your spread is terrible.”
Izuku grimaced, turning to look at the sheet, two bullet total hit.
“I thought you said noone would bad, teacher.” Anja prodded
“Hey! I said ‘virtually noone would be bad’, there’s still room for error!”
“Still, you should be more clear, teacher!”
“Midoriya! Was I unclear?”
“A little.”
Kaz grumbled for a moment before returning to Izuku, “Anyways, SMG?”
“Eh, at the very least I wouldn’t want to dedicate time to it.”
“Fair enough. Put it back, then grab a shotgun. Preferably not the lever action, it’s only there since it’s vintage.”
Izuku went for one of gun, the one with a longer barrel and short body, and showed it to Kaz.
“That’s the lever action, Midoriya.”
Quietly returning the gun to its place in the rack, he grabbed the one right beside it. “This one?”
“That” Kaz began, and oh no, not another rant. “Would be 3H-Vistosa Liberator. I know you get bored when I talk about gun specifications so as a treat I’ll tell you about the guns history.” Oh, that’s nice. “In 2181 1 year after the Venezuelan government was overthrown by American infiltrators, and 31 years after my birth. The new ‘Americanized’ government was removed by the Venezuelan revolutionary party, which began a mere 2 months after their initial installation. The revolutionary party was headed by a venerable ‘hero’ of the Venezuelan people: Baroca Lich. He was a vampire, just so you know. The revolution was backed by the Vistosa weapons and acquisitions company, which was party interested in once again having military support and basically free shipping.. but was really more interested in having the executives become vampires.”
Izuku blanched, and noticed he wasn’t the only one, Toga also looked surprised. Although, Anja was nodding along. But.. “Wait! If they were a known vampire, why didn’t the Hellsing Organization do anything about it?”
“Legally speaking, because it’s not within our jurisdiction. On paper, we work exclusively in East Asia and Europe. However, in reality the reason we didn’t do anything was because Baracoa Lich works for Hellsing. You see, America taking over Venezuela was a problem for us, partially because The Crown doesn’t want The US getting more territory.”
“And the other part?”
“Because the US’s main goal wasn’t something as brain dead as ‘Americanizing’ Venezuela. They’re real goal was the capture and subsequent interrogation of one of Hellsings agents, who was on a Yacht trip at the time.”
“I didn’t think Hellsing would-“
“We don’t.”
“And it sounds ridiculous that an agent couldn’t handle themselves.”
“They can. It’s that letting them handle the problem themselves would in and of itself be a problem. So the Hellsing Organization instead opted to take care of the problem under the guise of revolution.”
Toga chimed in “Who wa-“
“And” Kaz said, “after the revolution succeeded and Baroca faked his death, Vistosa made a gun in his name to keep up their shitty appearance as a ‘unabashedly Venezuelan business’. Throughout the revolution, ownership of multiple shares and the CEO changed hands over 20 times. So most of the original vampire wannabes were dead.”
Izuku grimaced “That was… nice. But I think I want to get back to shooting now.”
Kaz nodded, “Didn’t like my history lesson?”
“It wasn’t.. uh.. no. No I didn’t.”
“Cool. Now,” Kaz once again put on his headphones, “Shoot.”
Izuku sighed, “Right..” Bringing up the gun, he fired, eight times in total.
*click, click*
“That was okay.”
“This.. this thing doesn’t have a lot of bullets?”
“Nope. Not your style?”
Izuku shook his head “No, not really.”
Kaz sighed, “Man, it seems like you're just set on pistols.”
“Ah ha ha….”
“Well, whatever. Go grab one. Whatever stands out to you.”
Izuku nodded, leaving the Liberator on the table and walking over to the considerably smaller rack.
“Whatever stands out to me…”
A long barrel, engravings adorning it’s silver slide, with a brown leather grip.
“Arm .454 Casull.”
Kaz turned to him, “You say something?”
“Ah- no.”
“Then get on with it, shoot.”
Izuku returned to the range itself, not noticing the stare Kaz was sending at Casull. Bringing up the gun, Izuku breathed deeply.
BLAM BLAM
BLAM BLAM
BLAM BLAM
“Six shots, all on target. Not bad.”
Izuku looked down at the Arm .454. “I like it.”
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Heh heh “So did I…” the ground squelched under his heavy boots, a combination of rain and brain matter squishing as he moved, “But times change…”
“And.. heh.”
BLAM!
“And runners run faster.”
Something fell a good 2km away
“Nothing mediocre works long”
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Somewhere in coastal Britain
A man in a dark green suit glared at the contents of a now open letter, “That… another one?! What was she thinking?!”
“Sir, you know she’s not one to bother with rules in times of need.”
“Damn it! Some unknown kid dying in a villain attack is NOT A TIME OF NEED!”
The butler sighed, “Sir, you know she doesn’t see it that way..”
The suited man gathered all sorts of official documents, having scattered them about after seeing the contents of his latest report, “Bah! This way, that way, doesn’t make vampires cost any less!”
“Quite so, sir.”
Taking a few deep breaths, the suited fellow calmed himself down. “Nothing we can do about it now.. ready my plane Fairaway” he grabbed a certain offending document “I know just how he can prove his worth.”
“Of course, Lord Hellsing.”
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