The Gun

Look into my eye. Fall in people, come on, let's go.

Alright, now that you know who I am and just how bad ass I am, allow me to introduce you to a few of my own little toys. Every bountyhunter needs his toolkit, and this is mine.

First up, my personal favorite. My sidearm, a gun I call "Little Whistler."

If a shotgun and a revolver had a bastard child, little whistler would be it.

I don't know what gauge exactly a paintball gun is, but that's the gauge I'm working with here. Little Whistler is a short and powerful custom piece passed down from my uncle Matt (The man they used to call "headshot" back in his days serving in Tuolumne. Now that is some mean bush. You think Venezuela was bad? It's got nothing on Tuolumne.)

Obligatory combat stance pose

It's highly accurate, has a whopping three chambers and a single barrel that can deliver a paintball at a velocity approaching 150 FPS (or thereabouts, Little Whistler's getting up there in age.) and hit targets at about 30 yards distance with enough force to leave a mark (of whatever color your paintballs are.)

That's my trusty Little Whistler. Always at my side.

Unfortunately, I'm not like Von Singer. I'm not here to sell wares. I'm here to look bad ass and tell Bloodlukov that his days are so numbered he'll have to square root them to find the answer. Or something like that. You know what I mean. Anyway, Little Whistler is not for sale. He's my trusty sidearm and just one of the little toys in my toolkit.

And it also. . . wait! What's that?

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