"The real thing, you know?" He caressed the sleek steel barrel of the heavy pistol, handling it with as much love as if it were a newborn baby. "The Ares Predator II, perfect smartgun link," he beamed, holding out the handle to show her the interface. "And a fifteen-clip of armor-piercing! Real UCAS stock, none of that spamming East European imitation." He flourished the vicious APDS bullets with an air of triumph. "You could knock a rhino over with this." He laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, if you could find a zoo that had a rhino left, you know? I’ll be busy this weekend, so you’re going to have to stay behind the bolts and chains and wait for your brother to bring back serious money!"