Arriving back home, the Gentleman took a glass of water and swallowed the pills he had to, marking in the clock of his 'link what time he did it and marking an alarm to remind him when the time of the next dose comes. Then he programmed his CHN to shoot some good music while he made his preparations.
Sitting on his bed, the Gentleman took "the girls" (as he calls his trusty firearms) and put them besides him, taking one at a time for a complete revision.
He took Marcelle and felt her weight again. There has been some time since they went on for a walk or to work on some subject together, he could feel the jealousy that this special and silent girl was feeling. He attached the silencer on it just to see if the attachement system got any dents, and perceive everything was still perfect. He changed hands, tested her grip with both the left and right one, and then loaded it with a clip of the "killing ones". It felt right, and a mental command made the smartlink system eject the clip. He tried on it a clip of the "pacifier ones". It was also right. He didn't know exactly how everything was going to be this time, so he verified how many clips he had and how much ammo he could still use. For Marcelle, he prepared two clips of the pacifier ones and one of the killing ones. He counted the spare bullets, and decided he still got plenty (20 of the stick-and-shock ammunition and 25 of the ex-explosive ones).
When he let Marcelle rest, he took Asuka. His japanese girl was a real lady: not so discrete as the french girl, but still not as prone to make a show of herself without a need. He opened the muzzle-loader, and after cleaning it (without a need, as the weapon was already pristine clean), he took four of the killing bullets in it. The japanese didn't like taking target's alive; she was real killer, precise and lethal. He aimed at different points of the appartment with her, seeing how fast his reflexes still were. And felt satisfied. They still made a good dance pair. He left her in his lap for a little while, during which he took another twenty bullets and also put them in the muzzle. He was almost out of bullets, but she wasn't yet filled out. Then he returned her to her seat, after thanking her for the short dance.
Myoshi was the next. He took her from the holster, where she spend most of her time. That little one has no problem with cops, even though today they let them apart for so long. He had no need to test anything on the taser, so mostly he just thanked her for the help today, and filled it's clip with another dart to replace the one that was shot. And filled two additional clips, just in case.
Lastly, he called in Audrey. Audrey was... different. A simple yet elegant and refined girl when she prepared herself, he felt gladly her weight against his wrist; he knew she enjoyed being put to use, but was an exigent one: only for the special occasions. Would this be one? Well, he could know yet, but it was nice to think about; a new chance to take her for a date. It could be just imagination, but the Gentleman was feeling a smell of ozone coming out of Audrey, a sign of antecipation, and omen of excitement. It was enough, he knew he was really in love with this girl, and that it's difficult to really diferentiate the times in which she was his best bet or was just what he wanted to use. He walked along the apartment with Audrey in the holster, practising some dance-maneuvers: quick-draw, rapid change of targets, hand-swapping, etc. When he felt satisfied and the music was not the proper one for a lady like her anymore, he sit back on his bed and loaded two additional clips with pacifiers bullets and three other with killing ones. She was already loaded up with one with SnS rounds. Then he put his last girl back on her resting place.
"Guess that's it for today, girls. But on wednesday, we take a little walk."
Then he verified his grenades again; those were just tools, so he needed not care that much on how to approach them; he re-organized them (not that they weren't organized yet, but it was really useful to take the one you really wanted when needed; nothing worse than tossing a flash-bang when you think it's a smoke grenade), and thought if they would be really necessary... It was more difficult to conceal grenades, and Knight Errand was really being a pain to avoid - today was a remarkable example.
After a little rest, he checked the adress which was left on his commlink, and checked in the Seattle mapsoft he had where exactly it was. Then he stretched back on bed, resting a little. He would go out for a beer today, but he was in his last day of antibiotics; better to postpone it to after the favor, or job, or whatever will be expecting him on Wednesday, 8 o' clock.