Ginnie crossed to the small stereo mounted in a corner of her lab and put in several CDs, included among those were KC & The Sunshine Band, George Clinton, Cool & The Gang, and James Brown. She then spent the next ten hours building weaponry. Along one wall of her lab stood shelving units full of clear plastic storage bins, in several different sizes each containing the parts to make almost ninety percent of her weaponry. Including the small incendiary bombs she favored, not that she needed any more of those.
She chuckled to herself and took down the parts for a semi-automatic weapon that shot a electro-shock bullet. It really was most extraordinary, how it worked and still fascinated her. She had developed a bullet that when fired spun at a higher velocity than normal bullets, which started a chain reaction in a tiny electro magnet, when the gun bullet impacted it sent a 300 kV bolt of electricity into the victim and if it was a chest shot, stopping the heart, or if not, fully impairing any muscle use for up to three minutes depending on the persons ability to over come the shock.
It was all very Q-like of her and that made her giggle. As KC began to sing about shaking your booty, she laid out a small assembly tine of parts, hoping to get nine of them made in the next hour or so. Of course sometimes it felt like cheating, but telekinesis played a big part in it all.
She moved from those to small hand held pistols that housed a retractable bayonet. Then onto a rather large number of the modified Browning High Powers she carried personally. They really were the most effective killing weapon she had ever developed and were preferred among the Mercs as primary lethal weapon.
She replenished her stock of projectile tasers and made several of the Pen Bombs.
Putting them all in their bins for cleaning, polishing and branding, she moved into her clean room to make tear gas bombs, and insert the tear gas into the pens. She wasn't stupid enough to do that with out a clean suit and gas mask between her and them.
She was just finishing up the last of them, when her watched chirped the hour at her. She glanced down and noticed it was nearly six am. She left the clean room and took a quick shower in the bathroom off of her lab, and put her House of Pain outfit back on. She left a voicemail for the little flunky that did the cleaning and what not of her finished weapons and headed up to her room. She was beyond exhausted and just wanted to curl up around Alec and go to sleep.
'Huh, I haven't thought about him all night. I guess I can do this work and relationship juggling act.'
Preparing an Arsenal ((closed))
Ginnie had left the House of Pain and the Mercs to their pleasure for the rest of the night, to work in her lab. She changed into a pair of jeans that were covered in oil stains, a green t-shirt with a rather disturbing looking dog with a really big head and little tiny body on it. and put her lab coat over the top. She would never know how the cleaning staff got the stains out, or if they simply gave her a new one every day, because it was always pristine.
She went into the lab proper and moved to the back where one wall was taken up by a very large steel door. As far as she knew, she, Simon and Ellis were the only people with the combination to the lock on that door. Shrugging she went to the vault and depressed the panel that would open and let the keypad out.
It was, as far as she knew, one of the very few manual key panels in Duibne Industries. It looked very low tech, but it was only the beginning of the combination procedure.
She tapped in a twelve digit code and the keypad slid down and out of sight, and a small contraption that would take a drop of her blood moved up. She put her hand in the thing and it's two little needles shot into her hand, sampling her. They retracted, the thing beeped and the contraption did the same disappearing act as the key pad, and a gel fingerprint scanner took it's place. She slid her hand into this and when it beeped a retinal scanner popped out of a panel just level with her head with a warning to remain still.
Everything beeped, and slid back into the innocuous panels. Then the lock mechanism clicked and moved back with a small thunk, the whole procedure having taken less than a minute. She took hold of the vertical handle and tugged the door open. It was thicker than she was wide and beyond heavy. She had never thought to ask what it was made of, as it was there when she had taken over the lab.
She went inside and grabbed the small wireless laptop from it's charging station and powered it up, as she moved into the first aisle. She loved coming into the arsenal. It gave her goosebumps know that she had either created or had a hand in creating each and every one of these weapons, most of which she had manufactured herself.
It was made up of seven aisles, that ran from two feet from the front of the vault to flush with the back wall a total of twelve feet. Each shelf unit was seven rows high and each shelf contained a minimum of five weapons to twenty weapons depending on size. Not all of these weapons were guns and as things were removed to armor the Mercs she replaced them with in forty-eight hours depending on the weapon.
The laptop beeped and she headed down the first aisle, double checking her inventory. She was going to need to double a few set, simply to have enough when the raid went down, so that her cupboards weren't bare. Better to have too much than not enough, and all that.
An hour later she had a list of what she needed and headed out of the vault, e-mailing the information to herself as she walked from the last row to the door.
Ginnie
18 years ago