BD Transcript from May 19, 2045 at 11:17

TRANSCRIPT OF CCTV BD FROM 2045-05-19 AT 11:17:01

Viewer takes the perspective of the clerk at the counter of the Second Amendment franchise store located in Little China. Shortly after the BD begins, a diminutive ryujin in a Bodyweight Suit, jacket, shorts, and sneakers approaches the counter. Measurement lines at the doorframe indicate him to be 5'0".

CLERK: Welcome... Hey kid, aren't you a bit young for a store like this? Pretty sure a Polymer One-Shot would be eno--

Before the clerk can finish his sentence, the ryujin, looking unamused, pulls his ID out of his pocket, and shows it to him. DOB is November 6, 2022, making him 22 years old at time of scrolling.

CLERK: Oh, I see. Alright, so what can I do for you?

"ZILOG": Need replacement parts for my Aya. Mind taking a look at it?

CLERK: Let's see it.

The ryujin pulls a pistol out of a holster inside his jacket, slowly and carefully so as to not alarm the clerk. The pistol appears to be an Arasaka Type 02 Ayanami, as he had stated earlier. It has been repainted, with a metallic green slide, matte black receiver, and white grip. He hands it to the clerk with the barrel facing towards himself.

CLERK: Wow, nice piece. Take it you're an Edgerunner?

"ZILOG": What, you think 'Saka lets their employees decorate their guns like this?

CLERK: Actually, I hardly know anything about Arasaka's policies with their firearms. What, you a corpo?

"ZILOG": Nah, I'm an Edgerunner. Swear on my dead ma.

CLERK: Right, so what's your handle?

"ZILOG": Fuck's this, 20Q? Zilog.

CLERK: Nice handle. No more questions, your honour.

The clerk puts his hands up jokingly. "Zilog" rolls his eyes.

"ZILOG": So I had a double-feed with this gun during a job yesterday; I cleared the jam, but I think the slide's gotten a bit damaged by it, because there's a scraping noise every time it cycles.

CLERK: Happens to the best of these pistols. Lemme see if I've got any replacement slides...

The clerk turns around and searches the array of drawers behind him; he starts by searching the Arasaka section.

CLERK: So what's the Japanese on the pistol say?

"ZILOG": Actually kind of a tough question; it's a single word that has no equivalent in English.

The clerk narrows his search to the pistol subsection.

CLERK: Oh brother, we've got a lit major on our hands. So what's it mean?

"ZILOG": Means of survival.

The clerk finds the drawer of parts for Ayanami pistols.

CLERK: Deadass? Man, wish English had a single word for that then. I don't think I've ever heard such a great way to describe a gun.

"ZILOG": You're tellin' me. Even got grannies and little kids strapped in this city. Fucked up if you ask me.

CLERK: Fucked up? Boy, you're in a Second Amendment store. Under this roof, we pledge allegiance to Budget Arms and thank them for the Slaughter, the true democratizer of our great city.

"ZILOG": Yeah, I know, and I get it--but I dunno, I feel like... Sigh, what am I talking about? This city's all I've ever known. Maybe you're right; maybe this is just the best way to handle it.

The clerk finds a replacement slide in the drawer and closes it, before turning around to face "Zilog".

CLERK: You should know better than me that the civs on the streets can't trust those gonks at the NCPD. Most of 'em can't afford Trauma Team either. What does that leave 'em with? Just themselves.

The clerk puts the replacement slide on the counter.

CLERK: Here. Sorry it isn't painted like yours.

"ZILOG": Ah, no worries--I do it myself. How much?

CLERK: 30 eddies. Damn, got ourselves an artisan here.

"Zilog" appears to be taken aback slightly by this compliment. He scratches the back of his head nervously.

"ZILOG": Ah, well, just need a steady hand is all.

CLERK: Mm-hmm. Anyways, you buyin'?

"Zilog" shows even more embarrassed body language, as he seems to have forgotten to pay. The clerk chuckles as he takes out a credchip from his wallet, which he scans and receives a transfer of €$30 for.

CLERK: Sweet, thanks. Watch yourself out there, Zilog.

"ZILOG": Yeah... Thanks.

"Zilog" takes the replacement slide and his pistol from the counter, putting both of them in his pockets before turning around and exiting the store.

END OF BD