He feels around in his pockets. Maybe four or five armour piercing that the Bouncer generously let him keep. A handful of antipersonnel rounds. Tonnes of regular rounds, because he keeps on finding them and then never using the damn things.
Jack thinks for a moment, then tosses Sinclair a couple cylinder-fuls of the regular kind, still in the little sackcloth pouch he found them in. Sinclair probably won't have to do a lot of shooting, he figures. And Jack isn't rolling in ammo or the money for it either. But, you know, just in case.
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He feels around in his pockets. Maybe four or five armour piercing that the Bouncer generously let him keep. A handful of antipersonnel rounds. Tonnes of regular rounds, because he keeps on finding them and then never using the damn things.
Jack thinks for a moment, then tosses Sinclair a couple cylinder-fuls of the regular kind, still in the little sackcloth pouch he found them in. Sinclair probably won't have to do a lot of shooting, he figures. And Jack isn't rolling in ammo or the money for it either. But, you know, just in case.