O’Connor was formulating an additional snappy remark when he torqued the charging handle on the unfamiliar weapon and slammed it into place, a move that would be perfectly appropriate on a different weapon that he was much more familiar with, but it did not move as he expected and produced a sickening crunch. He, again instinctively, went through a few clearing actions in the blink of eye to no discernible improvement before it was snatched away by the Hispanic elf, clearly upset.
“Watcho do ese?” After examining medium machine gun for a few seconds he starts removing it from the recoil arm and stowing it on board, his temper visibly increasing. As he works, he finally starts to find words again, “I hope you are getting a nice paycheck for whatever run you are on, homes, cuz that is a very expensive gun you just completely fragged up.”
Jesus carefully stowed and locked the gear, then turned back to O’Connor and the others. “You understand that now if any ghouls or gangers show up where we land I am not going to be able to cover you, that was the only weapon on this bird. I am just going to have to hot drop you and bug out, understood?”
Sammy’s assensing confirms the truth of his words, and that he is not really happy about it. She also confirms that he is heavily cybered, with bodyware covering his aura, but heavily concentrated in his head and hands.
