03-22-2007, 08:22 AM
Dominic looked up as a knock came from his front door. Nobody paid him a visit without calling first. He picked up the light grey handgun, slipping a few of the new .45 and .38 cartridges into the massive revolver's cylinder before snapping the gun shut with a deft flick. He crept to the door and opened it, peering through the crack, letting the wide, rectangular end of the revolver peek out with him.
"Yes?" he asked, his other hand resting on the key hanging by a chain around his neck.
"Yes?" he asked, his other hand resting on the key hanging by a chain around his neck.
