Blue, unaware of anything happening outside the confines of the house, invites himself over to the table and scans carefully over the gun buffet before picking up a sleek black pistol from the LTL side. He ejects the clip and pulls back the slide, measuring it up carefully. He toys with it a little more, then puts it back and picks up another LTL pistol. This one had scratches over it and seemed to have a lot of use. He returned it to the pile and picked up a third one: a compact, color-detailed chrome weapon that looked like it came straight out of a science-fiction film. It took him a moment, but he realized what he was holding in his hands. He'd heard about them before when he was delivering to the SEWT Labs. (That is, Site for Experimental Weapon Technology.) He was sure he'd heard something about the finished product never needing bullets because it would be able to regenerate its own: a compressed form of solid electricity, fired from the barrel at extremely high speeds. Extremely dangerous, but Less-Than-Lethal. From what he understood, it handled like the .22's that were part of the weapons ban in 2103. The way he held it, the gun felt like it was made for his paw.
"How in the hell did you get a hold of one of these?!" He asked Hank.