15 Guns

A few days later, Dexter and John were going to the main armory with a duffel bag in hand. James had permitted Dexter to take two guns of his choice and also gave him a decent amount of cash.

He planned to give some of it to Ratana when he went to visit later in the day as he didn't want the old hag to get her hands on his money. He was initially going to go alone, but John found out about it and wanted to see what he would choose.

Dexter didn't mind if he came along as he wasn't trying to hide anything from John. If he was actually plotting something, he was a good enough actor to do it in front of the guy anyways.

The two of them entered the central warehouse and arrived at a locked room with a steel door. Seeing that he couldn't even enter, Dexter internally sighed.

"You really thought you could just walk right on in, huh? Don't worry, James gave me the key and told me to supervise you." John answered what Dexter was thinking and unlocked the door. The duo stepped inside, and the number of guns shocked Dexter.

Most of them were older models, which didn't surprise him. The guns circulating in the black market right now would mostly be the ones used in Vietnam. Dexter walked around looking through everything and found something that caught his eye.

He went and picked the pistol up; It was an ASP, a custom-made pistol that fired 9mm. The gun had been reworked from the Smith and Wesson model 39. It was perfect for him due to its compact size and easy concealment. It also had a customized holster to make the whole package even better.

John had a dark expression on his face as Dexter had just taken one of the boss's favorite pistols. He brushed it off, though, as he expected Dexter only took it because of its size.

He watched Dexter walk around the armory before he stopped at a Heckler & Koch Hk33. A german made assault rifle that used .556. Dexter had made up his mind and decided to pick it for its more modern feel. The gun was currently stock, but he planned to replace it when newer guns hit the market.

He took both guns and placed them in the bag, then started filling it up with so much ammunition that John had to step in and stop him. Dexter was about to leave when John stopped him.

"Boss told me to get you fully geared up. I don't know what he's planning for you, but it should be a good time." John said while pulling him back into the room. He went and grabbed a chest rig and threw it at Dexter. It was a type 56 Chicom that could hold three rifle magazines. The rig was meant to fit Ak47 magazines but others could fit as well. It had smaller pouches on it as well that the ASPs mags would fit in if he really wanted. The only problem was that It was an ugly green color.

Dexter caught it and realized it would look a bit stupid if he wore it now with his size, but what could he do about that. He tossed it in the bag and left for his room.

Later in the day, he met up with John yet again. This time John was driving him over to the orphanage. He hadn't seen Ratana in over six months and hoped she was doing alright.

Arriving at the orphanage, John stayed in the car while Dexter went inside, and the old hag greeted him.

"Hey kid, what's your name again?" The hag asked him, and Dexter didn't even reply. He walked straight past her, up the stairs, and knocked on Ratana's door. He heard someone scramble to get up and get to the door. When she opened it and saw him standing there, she dived on him and gave him a long hug with tears in her eyes.

"I-i thought you were dead." She sobbed out weakly and still wouldn't release her vice grip of a hug.

"They wouldn't let me leave, so I had no choice. I'm sorry for worrying you so much." Dexter replied while shifting the blame to the gang. He could have easily snuck out but made excuses not to.

"As long as your okay, that's all that matters; now come inside and tell me what you've been up to." She orders while pulling him by the arm. They sat down on the bed, and Dexter told her the story in a way that made it seem that life was good, removing the initiation and when he met Rachelle.

He could have been honest but didn't really want her to think of him as a killer. She already saw him kill people, but that was to defend them, so It was different.

They spoke for a few hours before John came in looking panicked. John had expected the kid to go in for a quick reunion and be in and out. He had planned to go to a bar that night, and it was already getting dark out, so he decided to play a prank on him in revenge.

"Dex, we need to get the fuck in the car somethings going down!" He roared out and grabbed Dexter, tossing him over his shoulder. He started running down the stairs while Dexter was struggling to break free.

They arrived at the car with its doors wide open, and Dexter got tossed into the passenger seat. Before Dexter could ask what was going on, he got his answer.

"Dex, I was supposed to be at the Yellowflag twenty minutes ago. Twenty fucking minutes!" John bellowed out, and Dexter just let out a drawn-out sigh. He wasn't even surprised at this point because literally, nothing was happening for him to be panicked.

"Alright, drop me off first. I can't stand being around a moron like you for the whole night." Dexter retorted.

Neither of them spoke again while they were flying through the city. John was speeding like his life depended on it for some reason confusing the hell out of Dexter. He didn't understand why it was so important to the guy but didn't really care. The only reason he went there was to reassure Ratana that he was fine, but then John pulled something like that, so he was in a shitty mood.