Turtle & Canary, Monday
The whole Hyperion business was making Mike uneasy. Something was about to happen -- he could feel it in his gut. And not just the vibrations from the construction, although he could feel those, too, coming up through the floor.
If this were back in Albuquerque, he would have had a polite chat with this "Handsome Jack" by now, and he'd be well on his way to a plan to either negotiate with or wipe out Hyperion. This wasn't his turf, though, and his gut was also telling him he might be out of his league. He'd protect the store, and let someone else worry about the bigger picture.
Yesterday, Batman had brought up the very important point that the guns being sold in the vending machines might be sabotaged. He still HAD plenty, because they were big and impressive and packed more firepower than he would have thought possible, but he had to face the prospect of them failing to work, or backfiring, whenever Hyperion did whatever it was that it was planning.
So he spent the morning speaking in very soft, polite tones to his sporting goods suppliers, explaining to them that he needed more inventory, ASAP. It was probably overkill, but he put together a tale about hunting becoming suddenly popular at the school and laughed about it with the salespeople -- all it would take was one of them getting a little too suspicious and calling the ATF for his new life in Fandom to come crashing down.
Today's Squishy flavors: Preparedness, Peppermint, Red
If this were back in Albuquerque, he would have had a polite chat with this "Handsome Jack" by now, and he'd be well on his way to a plan to either negotiate with or wipe out Hyperion. This wasn't his turf, though, and his gut was also telling him he might be out of his league. He'd protect the store, and let someone else worry about the bigger picture.
Yesterday, Batman had brought up the very important point that the guns being sold in the vending machines might be sabotaged. He still HAD plenty, because they were big and impressive and packed more firepower than he would have thought possible, but he had to face the prospect of them failing to work, or backfiring, whenever Hyperion did whatever it was that it was planning.
So he spent the morning speaking in very soft, polite tones to his sporting goods suppliers, explaining to them that he needed more inventory, ASAP. It was probably overkill, but he put together a tale about hunting becoming suddenly popular at the school and laughed about it with the salespeople -- all it would take was one of them getting a little too suspicious and calling the ATF for his new life in Fandom to come crashing down.
Today's Squishy flavors: Preparedness, Peppermint, Red