Daphne decided to test her new spy skills and get a
closer look at the “Shore Patrol.” She
changed her entire demeanor and quickly calculated the best persona to get them
to talk to her. She let the new talents
do their thing. The two were mid to late
twenties, combat veterans, one was east coast inner city from the accent as he
chatted with his partner while the other was from the pacific northwest. Both were about six feet tall and around two hundred
pounds of lean muscle. They were wearing
Navy Blue fatigue pants and tops, black combat boots and police style holster
belts. But somethings were off, the
belts might be or might not be out of regulation but the shades of blue in the
uniform were too dark rather than light from fading. From the way they moved and looked around
they were former infantry.
“Like hello,” Daphne oozed air-head bimbo.
“Hello miss,” the pacific northwestern answered.
“Like I am going to college in the fall,” Daphne said
before starting her lies, “And my daddy wants to get me a gun to protect
myself, since you are policemen, could you offer any advice?”
“Sure, Sergeant Colbert and I are ‘shore patrol’,” the
lead one said, “What we are carrying are the Walther PPQ Q-five. They are ready for fancy holo sights and
supressors. But for self-defense I would
advice you to get a Smith and Wesson M and P shield, with a built in laser.”
“Smith and Wesson M and P shield,” Daphne repeated to
reinforce the bimbo stereotype.
“With a laser,” Colbert said, “Most of the time you need
to use it, it will be at night and not have time to use the sights. With the laser and at close range; pull,
point the laser at the baddy and if they don’t run, shoot. Right Stark?”
“Yep,” Stark agreed, “And don’t forget to practice with
your firearm.”
“Thanks,” Daphne turned to walk away and then continued
talking to keep up the bimbo appearance, “Smith and Wesson M and P shield with
laser.”
Daphne went back to Velma and put her arm around the
nerdy girl. The pistols they admitted to using weren’t what the Coast Guard
used, not by a hell of a long shot. And
walking around in uniform with them would get a serving Coast Guardsmen court
marshalled!
“We got trouble,” Daphne whispered.