On the other end of the phone line when Desai the weapon dealer heard that order he could not help but widen his eyes in absolute shock from the sheer amount of it.
Fifty high-altitude rain cannons?
One thousand rainfall bombs?
His jaw literally dropped open from the shock.
Did I hear that correctly?
He wondered from the amount trying to shake his head as if to clear his mind.
And of course, why not otherwise who in their sane minds would order such a big number of weapons.
After the moment of shock came the elation and happiness and after it came the….fear.
Yes!.. Fear!
Desai operated a private factory in a remote industrial area outside the major cities. His facility was technically legal for people, though the factory slightly operated in a gray area that most law-abiding citizens would find questionable to say the least and illegal if want to be a extremist.
