Daryl straightened up a little. The quiet exchange between them looking like nothing more than nervous talent looking to their Manager for direction and receiving none, being forced to act on their own. He cleared his throat and tried to remember the name of the gun maker the one he'd gotten from Carl's stash had been. After a moment he nodded again and answered slowly, "Like the feel of the Kechler and HocK Maker24s. The semi-auto's got a nice rate of fire and can't really go wrong with a .45 for your handgun."
Issac's brows rose, looking a little impressed at that. Not because Daryl had rattled off some oddball and out there make and model, but because he'd picked a very middle-of-the-raod one. It wasn't flashy. Something common to law enforcement, but not standard issue.
"I don't do nothin' recreational with 'em," he went on, words slow but thoughtful and confident. "Target practice at shootin' ranges and nothin' more. I do my fun shooin' with my bow."
The reporter laughed and started asking what he considered his 'second' question, "That's an interesting choice. Not something most speculation about imPort preferences usually comes up with. Would you say-"
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Issac's brows rose, looking a little impressed at that. Not because Daryl had rattled off some oddball and out there make and model, but because he'd picked a very middle-of-the-raod one. It wasn't flashy. Something common to law enforcement, but not standard issue.
"I don't do nothin' recreational with 'em," he went on, words slow but thoughtful and confident. "Target practice at shootin' ranges and nothin' more. I do my fun shooin' with my bow."
The reporter laughed and started asking what he considered his 'second' question, "That's an interesting choice. Not something most speculation about imPort preferences usually comes up with. Would you say-"