Looking at the various things on displayed on the tables, Fernando picks up a few hose clamps just in case. The various firearms on the next table looked interesting though some of them looked like patched mismash of gun parts and whether or not it works remains to be seen. The home-made firearms looked more dangerous than useful though maybe in the right hands it will provide food and protection. Hondo picked up a couple of small revolvers and eyed them carefully, before putting them down as he shakes his head.
"You and your friend interesting in something?" The seller throws at Hondo.
"I'm lookin' for other things, but unless you got a small boot-gun, I'm not interested." Hondo tells him.
"Come around back, I may have something you would be interested in." The seller tells him, "Tom's my name, by the way. What's yours?"
"Hondo." Hondo replies, glancing over to Fernando, "My silent friend is Fernando."
"Looking for something specific, or just point and shoot?" Tom says as he pulls out a wooden create from the back of his tent covered truck. He hands Hondo a small weathered worn but still new wooden box with faded letters "
North American Arms - 1 5/8 - 22 Long Rifle Mini-Revolver"
"Hmmm..." Hondo looks at the box.
"Open it, look inside. You'd be please with what you see." Tom tells him as he reaches onto the box in Hondo's hand and lifts the cover off it slowly. Inside was the tiny firearm in nearly perfect new condition. The leather holster looks used though, darken and dried out over time in storage.
Just to get a teaser price, Hondo asks, "How much?"
"How are you paying for it?" Tom says.
"I got gold and silver coins." Hondo says.
"I got four crates of them, though they are all of different assortment. Look at mine." Tom says as he pulls out his mini firearm from his boot.
It was folded into it's handle making a neat concealable package.
"Interestin'. I have not seen one of these in a long time." Hondo says as he folds and unfolds the handle into the gun and examines the metal clip that goes onto a boot, pocket or belt.
"It will cost you more if I have to search all these creates for these, but I know I have them." Tom says.
"That's not a good way to keep a customer." Hondo throws back at him.
"So you interested in one?" Tom says.
"It depends on the price." Hondo says.
"Four silver pieces." Tom says.
"Let me make it worth your while. Six of these foldin' handle ones, four of these smaller ones, cleanin' kits and a box of ammo for each and new leather holsters for these small ones - this looks dried out and rotted - for a gold coin - if they are as good as new like these." Hondo offers.
"Make that one gold and four silver and you got a deal." Tom tells him. He sees that Hondo is not happy with the deal, so he explains, "I have to pay the leather man to make you new holsters and that takes time to do." He points out a leather goods tent further down the market.
"You talkin' 'bout Denis?" Hondo throws in, "I met him this mornin' wit Jerry, I'm sure he would do it for me for two silver coins."
"It's going to take time to make them." Tom replies.
Hondo hands him two silver coins with a nod, "That's why we will be back, and that is to make sure you got everything ready for us when we return to inspect the package. The rest of the payment upon satisfaction..."
Fernando's mind was on other things, particularly at a display case with assorted law enforcement and rescue patches. A pair of them catches his eye - still on the one-piece of black nylon fabric they were cut out from, a pair of patches from New York City - "NYC 911 EMS"
sleeve patch set. These patches were the ones used on 9/11 before the EMS/EMT/Paramedic merger with the NYC Fire department.
It still has the NYC Skyline embossed with the Twin Towers on them.
"Where did you get these from?" Fernando asks with anger in his voice.
"Got them from a patch seller further south of here. I don't know where he got them from. I don't ask such questions and they are not for sale." Toms says.
"I did not ask if they were for sale." Fernando growls at him, pointing too and showing him the exact same patches on his jacket's sleeve.
Tom gulps nervously because if Fernando and Hondo were typical customers, he would spot their demeanor in a minute. But they were outsiders, never seen before and too clean to have worked in the area for any length of time.
"New York was destroyed in The Disaster." Tom says.
"New York still stands, protected by dams and dikes, standing firm on the bedrock it was built on." Fernando tells him.
"Jefe, lets go find those water filters." Hondo leans to Fernando.
Without saying a word, Fernando turns around in a military turn step and walks out of the tent area. Hondo follows, telling Tom, "We'll be back for our things."
Outside Hondo steps up to Fernando, "You OK, Boss?"
"Cut it out with the Boss Crap." Fernando tells him.
"They're just patches. Who knows how long they were there. Who knows how they got there." Hondo points out.
"Remember what I tell you, Hondo. As a Time traveler, you wont always get it right but you should always follow your gut instinct." Fernando tells him.
"It has not failed me yet." Hondo replies.
"Then..." Fernando begins to say.
"Then lets go get those water filters and cleanin' supplies and deal with the guns and patches later." Hondo tells him.
"Hondo..." Fernando says to him.
"I'm followin' my gut instinct, and its tellin' me to keep you away from those patches until later when you're of a calmer mind and demeanor." Hondo tells him.
From both their pockets, Jeanette's voice comes out from their radios, "Fernando, this is Jeanette. Are you there?"
They look each other for a moment before Fernando takes out his radio, "I'm here. Where are you and did you get my note?"