He came to the place where they would meet Ismail an hour later. He parked his car not far away. The place he came from looked like an ordinary chain of shops. The latest fashion clothes and electronic devices were exhibited in the showcases.
He found Ismail looking in one of the windows.
'Do you need a phone?' Baran asked.
'I don't need it, my daughter wants one. Anyway, we came here for you. Follow me.'
We walked a little on the street. It was crowded since it was the weekend. The weather had improved compared to the last days. The streets were full of people. They entered a shop selling hand tools.
Baran did not understand why they entered the hand tools store.
'I need a gun, not a digging shovel.'
Old Ismail sighed.
'Just be patient. I will introduce you to the person who secretly supplies weapons to the Order.'
We moved between the departments. When they came to the last aisle, Ismail talked to one of the employees. He told the employee the secret password.
'The taps are constantly flowing. I need better a tool.'
Baran did not understand that this was the code sentence. The guard opened the door that went downstairs. It was written on the door that only the staff can enter.
'We have products that may interest you downstairs.' saying, the employee showed them the way.
The two of them went down. The employee closed the door behind them.
'I felt like I was in a John Wick movie right now. Are bulletproof jackets real?'
Ismail laughed.
'It's all Hollywood shit! A bulletproof jacket haha! If you admire a fictional character like John Wick, go to Hell with a book or a pen. Those two are enough for you to kill creatures.' Baran embarrassed badly.
'I asked out of curiosity. You didn't have to be kidding me.'
'You think James Bond is real too ha, haha!'
'OK! Let's close the subject here. Where are the weapons you mentioned? I can not see.'
'Here they are!'
In the blue-lit room, weapons were hung across the showcases and walls. Firearms and weapons such as swords and knives were exhibited here.
Baran saw the real weapons now compared to the small gun in his jacket pocket. He clung to one of the glass-showcase displays like a little boy.
'These are amazing! We are exactly in a John Wick movie right now! Look at these. Fantastic!'
Ismail's unusual laugh echoed in the store's warehouse.
'These youth, haha!' He continued, getting serious. 'These are not normal weapons, Baran. They were specially designed for hellish creatures. Even their bullets are special.'
'But, they look like normal weapons. How will I recognize the difference?'
Ismail took out his own pistol. He could have retired from the Order, but still a senior member of the organization. He had permission to carry weapons.
'Hand over your gun.' Baran handed his gun to the old man. Ismail's weapon was larger than Baran's weapon. 'Since I was retired, I had to hand over my main weapons. All I have left is this principal pistol. Come closer and I'll show you the difference.' Baran approached the old man. Ismail put the two guns on the glass showcase. There seemed to be only a difference in size between them.
'First, I will show you the difference of the bullets.' He pulled out the magazines of both guns and placed one bullet each on the glass display case. 'Do you see the difference now?'
Their bullets differed in caliber, but there was an obvious difference between them. The bullet casings of Baran's pistol were golden yellow. Ismail's was black.
'Yes… the colors are different.' Baran said.
'Mine was made with creature blood. That's why their colors are like that.'
'Creature blood !?'
'This is how we found the way to strengthen the weapons of our world. Bullets made with the blood of hellish creatures are much more effective. But, bullets are expensive. There are 10 shells in a clip and it costs $50. This is approximately 350 liras.'
When Baran went to Hell, he was getting 1000 liras each time. It was horrible that he would pay 350 liras for ten bullets. There were dozens of creatures in Hell. If he spent three magazines, it would cost 1050 liras. He would have to work harder on the uber job if he lost 50 liras each time. After his quick calculation, he thought that going to hell could actually be very costly. He swallowed.
'I-I'm afraid to ask for the price of weapons...'
Meanwhile, the person who sold weapons to the Order came. Baran was surprised that this person turned out to be a young woman. The woman with long brown hair wore a black beret on her head. She quickly answered the question that Baran was afraid of.
'Melee weapons are cheaper to start, and I also offer discounts to my new customers from the MIT. Uncle Ismail said he brought a new rookie. You must be that person. I'm Damla, nice to meet you.'
'Didn't I tell you to stop calling me 'Uncle'?'
'Are you afraid that people will think we are related, Uncle?'
'Let those who fear you be, like you! Anyway… Baran is the new scout joining the Order. I don't think he has much money, so give him a weapon that works. And since you call me 'Uncle', make a nice discount too!'
Damla laughed. The young man did not have the opportunity to talk to the woman because Ismail was speaking on behalf of Baran. They looked at the melee weapons that Damla had left on the counter.
Baran's face hung, staring at a knife, a small axe, and a stick.
'Are these all made of creature blood too?' he asked. Damla approved.
'Yes, their prices are 2000, 2800, and 1500 liras, respectively.'
A normal knife sold on the streets cost 20 liras, while a knife made with creature blood costs a hundred times higher! It was a sheer heist, but Baran believed that weapons made from creature blood were much more effective. He took out his credit card and handed it to Damla.
'The blade looks appropriate. I'll take it.' said.