Yes, of course he knew this shop mainly sold parts for medical equipment. Yes, he knew he probably wouldn't be able to find what he was looking for here. No, that man in charge of the store did
not know the full use of the compact hydraulic cylinder he had behind the counter, especially when combined with some components the machinist had back home. Honestly, the nerve of some people, thinking they had the right to tell someone what they can and cannot weaponize. Why, if given the proper time and resources, he could make some kind of something worth having in a fight just out of what was here in this store, let alone what he had back home. Things like actual ammunition.
Archie tugged at the hem of his vest in annoyance, unable to make up his mind on what he should do. Though he really needed that cylinder for his latest project- hand cannons that didn't take your actual hand off with them were a rare sight to see, regardless of modern scientific advances in both machinery and reattachment surgery- he was also growing weary of arguing the PSI with this fool of a shopkeeper. Obviously,
this man was some sort of genius, able to predict the exact outcome of such an experiment and warn his patrons against such a thing. That's what the experiment is for! Besides, if it blew right up in his face, well, more business for the reconstructive doctors in the area, by the gods.
The little bell on the door chimed behind him, but he paid it little attention. He still needed that cylinder as well as some of the tubing that could be found here, but just how he should go about acquiring such items was just out of reach for the moment. The man who ran this place was obviously beyond reason, but he was less likely to find a more perfect part if he were to look elsewhere. So he just stood there, blue-gray eyes fixed in an expression of annoyance directed at the shopkeeper's face, strengthened by the fact that the man was now ignoring him in light of more, hopefully cooperative, customers.