Chris walked to the far end of the long patio where it was darker. He could overhear Seth and Redjack talking under the light about possibly fitting the boats with weapons. He shuddered slightly.
"More guns..." he muttered to himself.
"Guns still make you nervous kid?" said a voice from the shadow. Startled, Chris turned around trying to pinpoint the location of the voice. A hand came down on his shoulder from behind.
"Whoa! Jesus man, what the fuck?!" he said angrily."Do you have to do that?"
Sam chuckled. "Heh...sorry man. Besides making sure I still got it, I was testing your nerves a little. You know you've got to keep your cool when you're out there playing lookout for us."
"Yeah I know, I know." Chris sounded annoyed. "Look, I'm no novice. I know what to do."
"I never questioned that. But there is a difference between knowing what to do and getting it done." Sam reached in his jacket and started to hand Chris something. "Here. For any emergency situations up there..."
Chris held the gun up. "Whoa."
"Yeah..." Sam could tell he was impressed. "Its an FC five-seven. This gun is no joke. This is a 20-round, semi-automatic weapon with an attached suppressor."
"For when you absolutely have to eliminate someone quietly eh?" Chris asked still looking at the weapon in his hands.
"Exactly. Though I give it to you with a warning."
"Whats that...?" Chris finally looked up again at Sam only to be staring down the barrel of another gun. His heart jumped.
"When you're holding something like that, you can't hesitate. Otherwise you may find yourself in a posistion like this. Got it?"
"...Got it." Chris swallowed down his fear.
"Oh yeah, one more thing. Keep it away from Vivian. We don't need her putting any holes in anything on this job."
