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…And on that note, my gunsmith just called to say the pistol’s ready to be picked up! So I’ll have it back by tomorrow evening
From “Leviathan Wakes”, The Expanse Book One:
“Okay, he’s still here so let’s-“ Holden started, and then stopped when he saw the woman from the couch standing right behind Alex. He hadn’t heard or seen her approach.
“You need to come with me,” she said in a hard voice. “Walk to the stairwell - slowly. Stay at least three meters ahead of me the entire time. Do it now.”
“Are you a cop?” Holden asked, not moving.
“I’m the person with the gun,” she said. A small weapon appeared like magic in her right hand. She pointed it at Alex’s head. “So, do what I say.” Her weapon was small and plastic, and had some kind of battery pack. Amos pulled his heavy slug-thrower out and aimed it at her face.
“Mine’s bigger,” he said.
“Amos, don’t-“ was all Naomi had time to say before the stairwell door burst open and half a dozen men and women armed with compact automatic weapons came into the room, yelling at them to drop their guns.
From “Nemesis Games”, The Expanse Book Five:
“Everything alright?” Peaches asked.
“Sure,” Amos said. The shadows of the other crew faded into the gloom.
“Talk them out of any unpleasant actions?”
“Me? Nope. They did most of that themselves. Best defense we’ve got right now is everyone’s in the habit of not killing each other and taking their shit. Pretty soon people are just gonna start assuming anyone they don’t know is out to slit their throats - if they’re lucky.” She looked at him. Her face was smooth, her eyes intelligent and hard.
“You don’t sound upset at the prospect.”
“I’m comfortable with it.”
From “Abbadon’s Gate”, The Expanse Book Three:
Holden had already gone past that, and was unbuckling his restraints.
“Are you armed?” Holden asked Amos. The big mechanic pulled a large caliber pistol out of his pocket and held it against his thigh. In the microgravity it would shove Amos around if he fired it, but surrounded by bulkheads that wouldn’t be too much of a problem.
“Hey,” Monica said, her face shifting from confusion to fear.
“One of you hijacked my comm array,” Holden said. “One of you is working for whoever is doing this to us. Whoever it is should really just tell me now.”
“You forgot to threaten us,” Cohen said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“It wasn’t us,” Monica said - the fear on her face draining the bland video star prettiness away, making her look older, gaunt.
“Fuck this,” Amos said, pointing the gun at them. “Let me drag one of them down to the airlock and space them right now. Even if only one of them did it I got me a 25% chance to get the right one. Got a 33% chance with the second one I toss. 50-50 by the third, and those are odds I’ll take any day.”
From “Leviathan Falls”, The Expanse Book Nine:
“I’m a little tired of being talked about like I was luggage,” Teresa said, taking control of the negotiation. “This isn’t a conversation between him and you, this is a conversation with me. I decide what ship I leave this planet on, not him.” Muskrat, sensing the tension, started barking and hopping on her front legs. Tanaka smiled, and it was cold.
“Alright,” Tanaka said. “Please come with me. Do it now, and in return I won’t kill your friends.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Jim said, quietly enough that it was just for her to hear it.
“I’ll go,” Teresa said. But no one heard her. Her voice was suddenly drowned out as the static hiss of the tree-sized grasses took on a deafening rumble. For a second, she thought of earthquakes or stampedes of cattle. Tanaka’s neck worked - she was sub-vocalizing to someone.
“You have to the count of three,” Tanaka shouted. “One.”
Amos said “Fuck it,” stepped in front of Teresa, and drew his gun.
So…The Tanfo (and the Schofield) have gone up for sale to help fund a new project that will fill this high-performance, general-purpose, do-anything pistol role. I’ll soon be making a monumentally financially irresponsible decision in this regard...