The Armourer: An Opco Boone Adventure: Difference between revisions

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The boy deftly disassembled the piece and lined up the parts, studying then for a moment. “Finance-grade, for sure. Seems a bit over-engineered.” His hands flew urgently but carefully over the [[reps]] magazine. He skittered through the standard confi [[playbook]], a kid hopping on stones to cross a river. ''Nimble''. He must have committed it to memory. He didn’t miss a beat. The boy was well-drilled: there was no denying it.
The boy deftly disassembled the piece and lined up the parts, studying then for a moment. “Finance-grade, for sure. Seems a bit over-engineered.” His hands flew urgently but carefully over the [[reps]] magazine. He skittered through the standard confi [[playbook]], a kid hopping on stones to cross a river. ''Nimble''. He must have committed it to memory. He didn’t miss a beat. The boy was well-drilled: there was no denying it.


“Limited scope, no affiliates, need to know. It looks good, sir. Plus points: it’s sleek, measured, nice [[Infinite bafflement|baffle]] quotient in the early phases. I like the elaborate [[construction]] phase up front. Diverts a front-on attack."
“Limited scope, no affiliates, need to know. It looks good, sir. Plus points: it’s sleek, measured, nice [[Infinite bafflement|baffle]] quotient in the early phases. I like the elaborate [[construction]] phase up front. Diverts a front-on attack.


Hare purred. “See? That’s how you do it, lad."
Hare purred. “See? That’s how you do it, lad.


“ — But the balance is off by quite a bit, and there are a couple of back-door security issues.”
“ — But the balance is off by quite a bit, and there are a couple of back-door security issues.”
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“Oh, a ''Bee-Oh-Cee indemnity'',” Hare said, quickly. “Right.”
“Oh, a ''Bee-Oh-Cee indemnity'',” Hare said, quickly. “Right.”


The boy snorted. “Who the hell drafted th—”. But at that moment he saw the date-stamped authenticated signature below the serial number. “B.A.H.” The boy read the room. He flipped the piece over and inspected the handle. "Whoa: this destroy or return recoil is a nice piece of work. Sweet.”
The boy snorted. “Who the hell drafted th—”. But at that moment he saw the date-stamped authenticated signature below the serial number. “B.A.H.” The boy read the room. He flipped the piece over and inspected the handle. “Whoa: this destroy or return recoil is a nice piece of work. Sweet.”


Hare glowered.
Hare glowered.