Texas palmed the laser pistol by the barrel and inspected it, familiarizing himself with the rudimentary workings.
"If I'm bein' honest with ya, I've only held a laser pistol maybe a dozen 'r so times, an' those were the AEP-whatevers. But this... this thing is a beauty," he muttered, astonished by its ergonomic design and its sheen as it danced in the ambient fluorescent light.
He aimed out into the open wasteland to check out the view, and mistakenly released the battery pack beneath the barrel. Luckily, the hinged trough didn't expel the battery as a conventional handgun magazine would, but Calhoun was still a tad red from embarrassment. Reattaching the trough to the barrel, Texas chuckled, "At least I'm learnin'. Let's hope I don't hafta use this thing – they say confidence is 90% the battle, but I ain't ever quickdrawn a laser pistol. Never had to either, could say I'm blessed."
He slipped the Wattz 1000 into his Magnum holster and it seemed to hold on well enough. He picked up his crate again with a familiar pop from his back. "Let's meet our amicuses," he suggested in a very not-Latin accent.
