A gritty noir story involving the illegal purchase of a MAC-10 submachine gun.
"High rate of fire," Twitch rasped, his eyes darting to the mouth of the alley. "Empty the magazine before you can blink. You got the credits?"
Twitch arrived in a rusted sedan that sounded like a cough. He didn't say hello. He just popped the trunk. Inside, wrapped in an oil-stained oily rag, was a blocky, ugly piece of stamped steel. The Ingram MAC-10.
A gritty noir story involving the illegal purchase of a MAC-10 submachine gun.
"High rate of fire," Twitch rasped, his eyes darting to the mouth of the alley. "Empty the magazine before you can blink. You got the credits?" buy mac 10
Twitch arrived in a rusted sedan that sounded like a cough. He didn't say hello. He just popped the trunk. Inside, wrapped in an oil-stained oily rag, was a blocky, ugly piece of stamped steel. The Ingram MAC-10. A gritty noir story involving the illegal purchase
