FAULT ; ARTIFACT

Twenty Five

I entered the room, the smell of engine oil and melted plastic tickling my nose.

- And you're not really encrypted, - I said, looking at the shelves.

You think the police don't know what I'm doing here? They just turn a blind eye for ten thousand credits a month. Okay, tell me what you need.

“SMT-79 pistol,” I said.

The man chuckled and walked over to the left wall. He pressed a barely noticeable key. There was a buzz, the wall lowered, and behind it opened a row with a hundred different pistols, submachine guns and automatic rifles.

"Good weapon," the man said. “But, as you know, I have everything modified here.

- That's why I came to you. I need a stealth version. Slightly shortened barrel and built-in deceiver detectors.

- A homing bullets you do not need in addition? he asked, smiling.

No, I can manage without them.

- I see you are well aware of what toys and modifications I make. There is such a pistol - it is especially popular, so you often have to buy original pistols