The Catalogue

Sixty-five litres, aluminium stays, made for the Front Range in October. Carries weight properly, which is rarer than it sounds.

1.8 kg

Counter: $20

0.6 kg

Three mil, black, ninety-five litres. The hardware aisle sells them for drywall scrap and asks nothing further.

1 kg

Hard shell, foam liner, a biohazard sticker somebody scraped at and gave up on. Holds twelve pints and a lie about transplant transport.

3 kg

Rigid, sealed, stencilled for a hospital that is not expecting it. Nobody stops a courier.

2.5 kg

Requires Larceny 2, or Contacts 3

Leather, hinged mouth, older than anyone using it. Opens flat and explains itself.

1.2 kg

Army surplus, olive, one zip and no compartments. Holds everything and organises nothing.

0.8 kg

Stencilled fibreboard cases with numbered seals and a manifest sleeve on the lid. The point of a raid is not getting in — it is walking out in daylight carrying these, while people hold the door.

4 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement)

Plush lining cut out and re-glued. A rifle rides in it through a hotel lobby and nobody looks twice, because a man with a guitar case is a man with a guitar.

3.2 kg

A zip sleeve of quilted nylon. Not concealment — deniability, and a soft place to put a pistol in a trunk.

0.3 kg

Nylon, a logo half worn off, smells of someone else's week. The most invisible object in Denver.

0.5 kg

Neoprene and velcro, worn over the sock. Slow, uncomfortable, and the last place anyone pats down.

Conceal: one small sidearm at P

0.2 kg

Leather, sweat-darkened, two magazine pouches under the off arm. Conceals under a jacket and under nothing else.

Conceal: one sidearm at J

0.4 kg

Counter: $60 a year

Latched, lockable, and honest about what is inside — which is legal, and which is the problem.

4 kg

Or a very long night with very loud tools.

Cracking: Security, difficulty 9, extended

Fireproof, anonymous, and open bankers' hours. What's inside belongs to the daylight.

Riveted steel with a brass company plate, two locks and no hinges you can reach. It rode up to the works twice a month behind two armed men, and it is bolted to the floor of the room it retired in.

41 kg

Cantilever trays, paint chipped to primer. A working man's alibi with a false bottom if you want one.

3.5 kg

A steel sphere on a road trailer, rated for a few pounds of high explosive. Whatever goes inside becomes somebody else's problem, and the somebody is never named on the paperwork.

Needs a vehicle with a hitch and a road that is open.

900 kg

Requires Allies 4 (federal law enforcement)

Split leather, hammer loop, nail bags stiff with use. Grants entry to any building with scaffolding on it.

1.8 kg

Thin black calfskin, a plain silver buckle, the kind of belt that photographs as part of the suit and not as an object. Nobody at the Gazette has ever been searched above the waistband of one.

Something flat tucks against the spine — a blade, a folded page, a strip of bills. One small slot, and a pat-down that skips the small of the back misses it.

0.3 kg

Basketweave leather, keepers, holster and cuff case. Complete, secondhand, and no questions asked at the counter.

1.5 kg

Wide black leather, chrome studs, punk since before the word settled down. On Colfax after dark it is camouflage; wrapped around a fist it is an argument.

One tuck slot. The studs are the reason nobody looks closer.

0.6 kg

Flat pouch inside the waistband. Holds a passport, a roll, and nothing you will need in a hurry.

0.1 kg

Russet leather gone almost black, a shoulder strap that takes the weight off the hip, and a flap that keeps snow out of the revolver at the cost of every fast draw you will ever want.

1.1 kg

Olive cotton webbing, blackened slide buckle, cut long and melted at the end. The same bin as the rest of the surplus in this book; it has held up trousers on four continents.

One tuck under the webbing — flat things only.

0.2 kg

Floral tooling, a buckle the size of a coffee saucer with somebody's rodeo year on it. In half the bars between here and Pueblo this is formal wear.

The buckle hides what sits behind it — one small slot, and every eye stops at the silverwork instead.

0.4 kg

Quarter-inch bridle leather, brass roller buckle, dark where a decade of gloves have dragged across it. Holds trousers, holds a scabbard, holds a man being pulled up a ladder.

One tuck slot behind the hip. A folding knife lives there so naturally that owners forget to mention it.

0.5 kg

Nylon, buckle at the navel, worn without embarrassment by half the state. Rides a pistol at the small of the back.

0.2 kg

A steel D-ring on a leather keeper. The light hangs head-down where a hand finds it without looking, and knocks against the hip at every step.

A ring for the light and one more loop beside it.

0.07 kg

Two cuffs, flap over, snapped shut, riding at the small of the back. Empty it reads as police; full it reads as police with plans.

Two cases, two pairs. The second pair is for the friend nobody mentioned.

0.14 kg

A ballistic-nylon pouch with a flap and a belt loop, cut for a handset the size of a brick and about the weight of one. It announces that you own a car phone, which in this town is most of the point.

Two belt loops: the phone, and the spare battery that decides how the night ends.

0.11 kg

A moulded shell on a plastic paddle that hooks over the waistband without threading a belt. On and off in a second, which is why it lives in a glovebox as often as on a hip.

Fast to shed. A holster found in a car is a different conversation from one found on a person. Holds the pistol and a spare magazine.

0.25 kg

A stiff leather pocket with a steel clip, sized for the brick that goes off at three in the morning. Worn on the belt because a pager in a pocket is a pager you do not feel.

One belt slot shaped for a pager and nothing else.

0.06 kg

Nylon, belt loop, a press stud gone stiff. Whatever is in it will be asked for four times a night by people who will not give it back.

One slot, cut for a folded multitool.

0.05 kg

Ceramic. Stops what Kevlar apologizes for. Thirty pounds, and unmistakable.

6 soak dice · –2 Dexterity pools · Conceal N

5 soak · 14 kg

Requires Allies 2 (military) or Streetwise 4, and a scene

2 soak dice · No penalty

2 soak · 1 kg

Requires Streetwise 1 or Contacts 1

Aramid cut into evening wear. Elysium has a dress code and no cloakroom search.

2 soak dice · No penalty · Wits + Streetwise at +3 difficulty to identify

2 soak · 1.2 kg

Requires Resources 3, and a fitting

Aramid and foam plate, seventy-five pounds of it, with a helmet that fogs and a fan that does not help. Rated to keep the wearer alive at arm's length from a pipe bomb, which is a different promise from keeping them useful.

Cannot run, climb, or fight in it. Whoever wears it is unquestionably real — nobody in the world puts one on as a bluff. · Head protection: −3 damage against called shots to the head · Penalty: -5 die to Perception with the visor down

5 soak · 34 kg

Requires Allies 4 (federal law enforcement)

4 soak dice · –1 Dexterity pools

4 soak · 4.1 kg

Requires Allies 1 (police or military) or Streetwise 2

The drawdown put crates of it on Colfax at eleven cents on the dollar. Nobody asks, nobody signs.

4 soak dice · –1 Dexterity pools

4 soak · 4 kg

Useless to the dead. Necessary for ghouls, drivers, and anyone else left in the room.

+3 dice against airborne agents · fogs, muffles, and terrifies

0.9 kg

Heavy, loud, four centuries out of date. The old ones wear theirs anyway; the reason is never bullets.

3 soak dice vs. blades and teeth · 1 vs. bullets · –1 Dexterity pools

3 soak · 9 kg

Answers every question about the wearer before it is asked.

5 soak dice · –2 Dexterity pools

5 soak · 12.4 kg

Requires Allies 2 or Influence 2 (law enforcement), or Streetwise 3

Plexiglas courage. The Sheriff's hounds train against them; ask how that ends.

+1 difficulty to be struck from the front · one hand always occupied

3.5 kg

Requires Allies 2 (law enforcement) or Streetwise 2

Legal to own, but the purchase gets remembered; the requirement is for making it not get remembered.

3 soak dice · –1 Dexterity pools

3 soak · 2.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 2, or Influence 1

Six pockets of olive web, each holding two en-bloc clips. Slung across the chest it carries ninety-six rounds and announces every one of them.

2.4 kg

Twenty-five loops of elastic on a canvas sash. Reloads fast, looks like exactly what it is.

0.6 kg

Webbing and six magazine pouches across the sternum. Worn over the vest, under the coat, and it answers no questions in a lobby.

0.9 kg

One strap across the body, flap and buckles, ink stains inside. Swings round to the front and opens one-handed.

0.7 kg

Suspenders, a pistol belt and canteen covers repurposed for things that are not canteens. Smells of another decade's sweat.

1 soak · 1.4 kg

Nineteen pockets in tan poplin, a press card in the sleeve holder. The only load-bearing garment nobody has ever questioned.

0.8 kg

Nobody sees where you are looking. Nobody sees what colour the eyes behind them have gone, either, which matters more some nights than others.

0.06 kg

Single eye slit, close weave, sits under a helmet without bunching. Out of the same surplus bin as half the armor in this compendium.

0.12 kg

Cotton square, folded on the diagonal. Over the face it is a decision; around the neck it is nothing whatsoever, which is the entire value of it.

0.05 kg

Three holes and a smell of wet sheep. In Colorado in February it is not even a disguise — it is what half the men on the mountain are wearing.

Above the treeline it draws no attention at all. On Colfax it draws every kind.

0.1 kg

Pleated paper and two elastic loops. It explains itself completely in a hospital and nowhere else at all.

0.3 kg

Twin cartridges, rubber seal, hardware-store orange. Filters vapour and dust, and covers everything from the bridge of the nose down.

Quicklime, solvents and the inside of a mine all argue for one.

0.4 kg

Pulled down, it moves the face somewhere between one man and another. Witnesses describe a shape afterwards and then argue about it.

0.02 kg

Eight eyelets, speed hooks above, black leather polished only where the ankle rubs. The surplus bins have never once been empty of them.

1.5 kg

Roper heel, stitched shaft, and a leather sheath let into the inside of the right boot. In this state nobody has looked twice at a pair of these since the territory was a territory.

One concealed compartment, cut for a blade. The most invisible way to carry a knife in Colorado.

1.8 kg

Full-grain leather gone soft, lug sole with the mountain still packed into it. Above the treeline these are not a choice, they are the entry fee.

1.4 kg

Surplus jump boots with a flat sleeve stitched inside the left shaft, above the ankle where the leather is already stiff. A folding knife or a key rides there and does not print through.

One small concealed compartment. A pat-down of the legs finds it; a walk past a doorman does not.

1.7 kg

Buckled shaft, shifter pad worn through on the left toe, sole heavy enough to hold a bike upright at a light. They make a particular noise on a stairwell.

2.1 kg

The heel block unscrews a quarter turn and comes away in the hand, leaving a cavity the size of two fingers. The workmanship is old and very good, and whoever did it is not taking new orders.

One small compartment, and the only one on this list a search is unlikely to find. Cash, a vial, a key, a folded page — nothing longer than a finger.

1.7 kg

Requires Streetwise 3, and a cobbler who owes somebody

Felt liner, rubber bottom, a cuff that pulls tight over the trouser. Ugly beyond any argument and the only thing that works in February.

2.3 kg

Oil-resistant sole, steel cap, the leather gone grey where it creases. Bought once and worn until the sole parts company with the upper.

1.6 kg

Pull-on galoshes, unlined, a size too big by design. They go on over whatever you are already wearing and come off at the car.

The tread is not yours and the print goes in a bag afterwards. Whoever sold these did not ask.

0.6 kg

Cap toe, thin leather sole, polished by somebody who was taught how. They photograph well and they are ruined by one wet alley.

0.9 kg

Canvas gone grey, the heel counter collapsed, laces knotted where they broke. Quiet on any surface, which is the whole of their argument.

0.7 kg

Chemical-rated, past the elbow, the yellow gone dull and tacky. Whatever they were bought for, they are what goes on before the parts of a night nobody writes down.

0.5 kg

Stainless mesh over the left hand, sold to meat cutters by the pair and worn by them singly. It will not stop a point, but an edge slides off it complaining.

0.4 kg

Perforated backs, a snap at the wrist, stitched for the feel of a wheel. Useful afterwards for exactly the reason a burglar's are.

0.12 kg

Black leather, foam over the knuckles, a hook-and-loop wrist. Issued to half the patrol officers in the state and sold to everyone else at the same counter.

0.2 kg

Sheepskin inside, deerskin out, worn soft across the knuckles. Warm, quiet, and they leave nothing behind on anything you touch.

0.2 kg

Thin deerskin with a seam that stops short of the trigger finger. The leather is there for the cold and the recoil, not between you and the work.

0.12 kg

Powdered latex, one size stretches to fit. They tear on anything sharper than paperwork, which is why the box holds a hundred.

No prints on anything you touch, and the pair burns to nothing afterwards.

0.5 kg

The fingers are out because the work needs them. Everything else stays warm, more or less, for as long as it stays dry.

0.09 kg

Stiff, cheap, stocked by the case at Frank's hardware. Ruined inside a week and replaced without anybody thinking about it.

0.3 kg

Gauntlet-cuff mittens over a wool liner, rated for the kind of cold that ends arguments. Above the treeline in January nothing with fingers will do.

0.3 kg

An ordinary cap with a curved aramid panel sewn behind the front panel. Turns a glancing round and nothing more, which is the entire point of it.

Conceals completely. Nobody knows you are wearing armour. · Head protection: −1 damage against called shots to the head

0.4 kg

Two inches of laminate on a helmet mount, rated for a pistol round at contact distance. Heavy, hot, and it announces exactly what you expect to happen.

Requires a helmet to mount to. · Head protection: −3 damage against called shots to the head · Penalty: -2 die to Perception with the visor down

3.4 kg

Suspension webbing, ratchet band, somebody's initials in marker. Grants entry to any site with scaffolding on it.

Worn with the tool belt it is a costume, not a helmet. · Head protection: −1 damage against called shots to the head

0.4 kg

ABS shell with one ear flap, a team logo half scratched off. Cheap, common, and nobody looks twice at it in a car.

Head protection: −1 damage against called shots to the head

0.5 kg

Leather-look composite, long rear brim, face shield on a bracket. Made for falling timber and radiant heat.

The brim keeps burning material off the collar. · Head protection: −1 damage against called shots to the head

1.7 kg

PASGT pattern, the shape everyone calls a Fritz. Aramid, not steel — it deforms instead of ringing.

Head protection: −2 damage against called shots to the head

1.6 kg

Polycarbonate shell, tinted visor down, chinbar. Legal at every speed and the only helmet you can wear into a gas station without comment.

Also stops daylight reaching the face — riders do not get asked why. · Head protection: −2 damage against called shots to the head

1.5 kg

Three-quarter shell, snap visor, no chinbar. Protects everything the wind hits and nothing the road does.

Head protection: −1 damage against called shots to the head

1.1 kg

Polycarbonate bowl, hinged visor, nape protector. Denver PD buys them by the case and the surplus trickles out slowly.

Visor down costs you a die of Perception. Nobody mistakes you for a civilian. · Head protection: −3 damage against called shots to the head · Penalty: -1 die to Perception with the visor down

1.9 kg

M1 shell and liner, olive drab worn to bare metal at the brim. Forty years in a footlocker and it will still turn a fragment.

Head protection: −2 damage against called shots to the head

1.4 kg

Fibre shell, flip-front lens, shade ten. Made to stop an arc that outputs a great deal of ultraviolet at close range.

Flipped down it blinds you to everything that is not directly in front. · Head protection: −1 damage against called shots to the head · Penalty: -1 die to Perception with the visor down

0.9 kg

Steel cage on a padded harness. Stops a ball at eighty miles an hour and looks like sporting equipment because it is.

Head protection: −1 damage against called shots to the head

0.7 kg

Khaki, pressed once, no longer. The trousers of a man with a job he does not discuss.

0.6 kg

Ripstop, six pockets, a stencilled name bleached almost out. Every army-navy store in the state has a bin of them.

1 soak · 0.9 kg

Five pockets, one of them useless, indigo worn through at the thigh. Invisible in every county in the state.

0.7 kg

Cut four sizes past your waist and belted. Carries more than it should and reads as nothing but young.

0.8 kg

Six pockets and two of them big enough to matter. You will look like you are going somewhere, because you are.

0.8 kg

Two stripes, elastic ankle, a swish that carries down a hallway. Fast to run in, impossible to run quietly in.

0.5 kg

Duck cloth, hammer loop, double knee. Stiff enough to stand up on their own the first month.

1 soak · 0.9 kg

Six pockets and bare shins. Denver in August forgives it and nothing else does.

0.4 kg

Wool to mid-calf with a hidden seam pocket. Reads as devout, or as old money, depending on the shoes.

0.7 kg

Chest-high, shoulder straps, a thigh pocket you can reach with gloves on. The pass does not care what else you had planned.

1 soak · 1.6 kg

Laced at the calf, no give anywhere, pockets purely theoretical. Worn for what it says, not what it holds.

1 soak · 1.4 kg

Drawstring, faded to match nothing, a cargo pocket at the shin. Half a costume; the coat is the other half.

0.4 kg

Flat front, no break, pockets sewn shut by the tailor and opened again by you.

0.5 kg

Somebody's father's, taken in at the waist, one button replaced with a near match. Passes at a distance.

0.8 kg

Poly-cotton, epaulettes, a patch that says nothing checkable at night. Nobody looks at a guard except to look away.

0.9 kg

Black wool to the ankle, thirty-three buttons, a collar bought separately. Deconsecrated ground still answers to it.

1.6 kg

Seconds against open flame, not forgiveness. Unmistakable at any fire.

Seconds against open flame · –1 Dexterity pools · unmistakable

4.5 kg

Crushed burgundy, frayed cuffs, smells of clove smoke and the inside of Milk. Conspicuous everywhere except where it matters.

1 kg

Flight-line issue, sold by the crate since the drawdown. Buys seconds, not forgiveness.

Eases fire soak at the Storyteller's call · no protection against anything else

1.5 kg

Cotton twill, a name patch that is not your name, grease worked into the knees. You may go anywhere a building has a boiler.

1.3 kg

Waxed canvas to the boot top, split tail, shoulder cape. A cattleman's coat that has outlived the cattle and most of the men.

1 soak · 3.4 kg

Elastic cuffs, orange lining, a zip that sticks at the third tooth. Warm enough and forgotten instantly.

0.9 kg

Brown, quilted, a clipboard in the pocket. The single most trusted uniform in the country and it costs forty dollars.

1 kg

Blanket-lined, brass buttons, faded at every seam. The most common garment in the mountain west and nobody remembers one.

1 soak · 1.2 kg

Navy windbreaker, yellow block letters front and back, cut generous to go over armour. It is less a disguise than a sentence: everyone who reads it stops asking the next question.

Worn over anything. The letters do the work, not the wearer.

0.7 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement), or Streetwise 3 for a copy

Four patch pockets, a hood in the collar, olive drab gone grey. Built to carry a soldier's small necessities and it still does.

1 soak · 1.5 kg

Cowhide gone soft at the elbows, lining torn out and replaced with something quieter. Turns a knife once, badly.

1 soak · 1.8 kg

Thick hide with padding at shoulder, elbow and spine. Made for asphalt at speed and adequate against a blade.

2 soak · 2.4 kg

Charcoal, two buttons, cut by somebody who was told about the shoulder holster. Elysium does not admit a windbreaker.

0.9 kg

Shawl collar, silk facing, a pocket cut deeper than the tailor advised. Court has a dress code and it is enforced by everyone at once.

0.9 kg

Nothing exposed. A gamble, not a solution — and nobody tests it twice.

Buys a sprint across a lit street; the Storyteller prices the sun and the leathers argue the difficulty

5.5 kg

Nobody looks twice.

1 soak die · No penalty

1 soak · 2.5 kg

Heavy, double-breasted, falls past the knee. Warm, formal, and long enough to hide a great deal of unfriendliness.

1 soak · 2.6 kg

Down fill, fur ruff, storm cuffs. Rated for the pass in February, absurd anywhere below the treeline.

1 soak · 2.8 kg

Navy surplus, ten buttons, hip length. Heavy enough to hang straight over things that would otherwise print.

1 soak · 2.2 kg

Faded teal, drawstring waist, a stethoscope you cannot use. The blood bank is behind a door that opens for this.

0.8 kg

Gore-Tex, taped seams, lift ticket wires still knotted to the zip. Half the county wears this five months a year.

0.9 kg

Grey fleece, kangaroo pocket, hood up. Erases a face on camera and reads as nobody in particular.

0.6 kg

Waxed cotton to the ankle, storm flap, belted. A walking cliché that happens to swallow a shotgun whole.

1 soak · 3 kg

Nylon, packs into its own pocket, holds a wallet and nothing else. You wore it because it was there.

0.3 kg

The dead don't feel the cold. The kid at Garner's remembers the man in shirtsleeves at ten below.

2 kg

Resin case, grey LCD, an alarm you can set to the minute and a backlight that ruins your night vision for ten seconds. The alarm is the entire reason to own it.

Set for dusk and for an hour before dawn, which is the only clock that matters.

0.04 kg

Hunter case, gold fill worn through at the thumb, a chain that has outlived several waistcoats. Somebody's initials inside the lid and not yours.

0.09 kg

Steel case, scratched crystal, a date window that has been wrong since February. It keeps time well enough to be somewhere at an hour you were told.

Sunrise is a fact, not an opinion. Wear one.

0.07 kg

Two rolls of tape, a dozen cones, and folding signs that read EVACUATION ROUTE. It costs almost nothing and it moves an entire town back fifty yards.

6 kg

Fitted, strapped, older than the binoculars in it.

0.3 kg

Battery megaphone, one setting, audible across a valley. Authority is mostly volume, and being the only one using it.

1.6 kg

Snap, shake, twelve hours of green. No heat, no flame, and no way to put it out once it is going.

0.4 kg

A meter on a strap that watches for methane and carbon monoxide and shrieks about either. Below ground it is worth more than a gun, and the men who work there will tell you so.

0.9 kg

Silver, cloth-backed, sixty yards. Restraint, repair, and a seal against daylight.

0.9 kg

Surplus, three positions, a sharpened edge on one side. Digs, pries, and settles arguments.

1 kg

Krypton bulb, four AAs, hands free. Every miner in Penance history would have traded a week's pay for it.

0.3 kg

Water on calcium carbide, a flint striker, an open flame at your forehead. Miners trusted it for eighty years and it killed a fair number of them.

0.5 kg

Requires Survival 1

Glass chimney, brass fount, six hours a fill. Nothing in the Penance workings runs on wire any more.

1.2 kg

Twenty paper matches behind a printed cover from a bar somebody was in. Free at every register in the city, and the cover says where you have been.

Fire is one of the two true deaths — striking one near a Kindred is a Courage roll for them, not for you.

0.01 kg

Telescoping rod, swivel head. Looks under a car, around a corner, and — pointedly — shows no reflection worth having.

0.2 kg

Pliers, blades, files and a saw in a stainless fold. Does nine jobs adequately and none well.

0.25 kg

A sealed canister you bite down on when the air goes bad. An hour at the outside, and the hour is meant to be spent walking.

1.1 kg

Six feet of clear tube and a squeeze bulb, so you never have to taste it.

0.4 kg

Spiral-bound street atlas, page grids, every alley in the county. There is no other map, and there is no one to ask.

0.6 kg

Sixty pounds of steel with two handles welded on. Doors are cheaper than they look and louder than anyone wants.

Dmg Str+3 B · Conceal N · 27 kg

Ten times the payload and four times the range of pepper spray. No effect on the dead.

Mortals: blinded, choking, and finished · a 30-foot cone

0.4 kg

Colorado still sells them for coyote and the law still looks away. Set in a doorway it takes a leg and the surprise out of anyone.

Set: Dexterity + Survival, difficulty 7 · victim is held

Dmg 4 L · Conceal N · 6 kg

Requires Survival 1

Through a padlock shackle in one squeeze, through a chain in two. Too long for a coat and too obvious for a lobby.

Dmg Str+1 B · Conceal N · 4.5 kg

Six feet of aluminum. Sold at farm supply for handling stock.

Grapple at range · target at +2 difficulty to close

1.5 kg

Razor tape on a spring coil. Slows a mortal, ruins a suit, and does very little to something that heals.

11 kg

Two dollars of doorstop. Holds a fire door against a man who is stronger than you and has no leverage.

0.1 kg

Three dip switches and a guess — eight possibilities, and most people never changed them off the factory setting.

0.1 kg

Strangling requires breath in the victim; the dead have none to take. Wire still cuts.

Surprise only · Str+1 · L against the wire's edge

0.1 kg

Adze, fork and pike on a yard of forged steel. Fire crews carry one for exactly the reasons a burglar would, which is why nobody looks twice at a man holding it.

Dmg Str+2 L · Conceal N · 5 kg

Or Potence and a moment's privacy.

Escape: Strength, difficulty 8, five successes accumulated

0.3 kg

Requires Allies 1 (law enforcement) or Streetwise 1

Nineteen keys on a steel ring, four of them stamped DO NOT DUPLICATE. Somebody retired and nobody collected it.

0.4 kg

Requires Contacts 2

One key, one address, one window of time before the lock changes or does not.

0.02 kg

Blank white plastic with a brown stripe. Worth nothing until it is written, and then worth a building.

0.02 kg

Requires Technology 2 to encode

Faster than picks, louder than picks, and it photographs worse in an evidence bag.

–1 difficulty: pin-tumbler locks

0.4 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

Possession is intent in Colorado, and this set is intent with the serial filed off.

–2 difficulty: pin-tumbler locks

0.7 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Possession is intent in Colorado.

0.2 kg

Requires Streetwise 1 or a scene

A wind-up hammer on a tin plate with a two-minute delay. Puts a sound somewhere you are not.

0.3 kg

Requires Crafts 1

Six feet of case-hardened links and a shrouded shackle. Locks people out, and in.

3 kg

Things that do not breathe merely blink and take it personally.

Mortals: blinded and choking, +2 difficulty for a scene

0.1 kg

Enough to hold something much stronger than a man. Somebody in Penance has been requisitioning chain the mission doesn't explain.

Escape: Strength, difficulty 9, ten successes accumulated

6 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

Flat steel, a wedge and an air bladder. Repo men buy them openly; so does everyone else.

0.5 kg

Picture wire on a wooden spool. Traps a rabbit, trips a man, and garrottes at a pinch.

0.2 kg

Electricity annoys the dead; it does not argue with them.

Bashing · a mortal hit may lose their next action

0.3 kg

New this year, and it fires the darts. A mortal folds; the dead file it under insults.

Bashing at 15 feet · a mortal drops and stays down

0.6 kg

Pull the pin, run the wire, and whoever walks it is standing in daylight for sixty seconds.

Fire risk in dry timber; UV-grade light

0.5 kg

A spring, a pin and a shotgun primer on a stake. No electricity, no battery to die, and it can be heard three hundred yards down a drift.

0.3 kg

Requires Survival 1

Hardware aisle, no questions, and a hundred of them weigh nothing.

Escape: Strength, difficulty 8 · they do not open twice

0.3 kg

Sunrise, sunset, moonrise, weather. The year's most dangerous numbers, four dollars at any feed store.

0.2 kg

A wooden chest of rods, jags, bore brushes and a tin of grease that has separated. Everything in it was made to service one rifle, and it will still service that rifle.

Counts as a proper workspace for maintaining anything in the armory.

6 kg

The Sheriff's office has developed an interest in glassware this season. Buy accordingly.

–1 difficulty: Science rolls

Requires Science 1

Where wooden bullets and worse get made.

–1 difficulty: maintaining or modifying firearms

Requires Firearms 1

A ballistic mat, forty pounds, laid over what cannot be moved. It does not contain a blast. It chooses a direction for one.

18 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement)

Three-colour desert wrap, Gulf surplus by the case. Wrong for Colorado, and the man who wears it knows.

Lets the Gunsmith pick the Desert camo finish for a firearm

0.2 kg

Self-cling fabric tape in the M81 pattern, from the hunting aisle. Wraps a rifle in ten minutes and peels at the muzzle in a month.

Lets the Gunsmith pick the Woodland camo finish for a firearm

0.2 kg

White over grey, for the mountain from November on. Shows every hand that has touched it.

Lets the Gunsmith pick the Snow camo finish for a firearm

0.2 kg

Eight pounds of beige plastic.

3.6 kg

Theatrical grade. Obfuscate doesn't smell like spirit gum.

–1 difficulty: Disguise

3 kg

A short barrel that throws a slug of water at a device faster than the circuit can finish closing. Loud, wet, and final. Aimed from behind a shield, fired from a lanyard.

Against a person this is a bad idea executed at close range.

Dmg 6 B · Conceal N · 9 kg

Requires Allies 4 (federal law enforcement)

–1 difficulty: Security or Technology against alarms and wiring

3 kg

Sterile swabs, solvent vials and a colour chart. It tells you what was here three days ago, which is usually the question worth asking.

1.2 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement)

Possession reads as police or the other thing. Reaching a scene first beats every gun on this page.

–1 difficulty: reading a scene before the county does

4 kg

Requires Contacts 1

And somewhere to keep what shouldn't be street-parked.

–2 difficulty: vehicle work

Rope, pulleys, and a case of hooks in a dozen shapes. The oldest tool in the trade, and still the best one: stand somewhere else, and pull.

11 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement)

Assembled from estate sales. Some of the marginalia was not written by anyone living.

–1 difficulty: Academics or Occult research

A jeweler on Larimer who does not ask what it is. Bright plate on the metal; the furniture stays. Two weeks.

Lets the Gunsmith pick the Nickel plate finish for a firearm

A pulser, a film cassette and a tripod. You place it, you back away, you develop the sheet in the van. Fifteen minutes to learn whether the box has a clock in it.

14 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement)

Tracked, six hundred pounds, a claw and two cameras, driven off a control box on a spool of cable. It goes where a technician would rather not, slowly, while everyone watches it go.

Needs a van or a trailer to reach the scene, and a clear route once it is there.

270 kg

Requires Allies 4 (federal law enforcement)

Two cans and a roll of masking tape. The finish it gives lasts a season and hides a serial number from nobody.

Lets the Gunsmith pick the Rattle-can black finish for a firearm

0.5 kg

Black polymer furniture from a catalogue, fitted with a screwdriver. Lighter, uglier, indifferent to rain.

Lets the Gunsmith pick the Synthetic furniture finish for a long gun

0.6 kg

–1 difficulty: Crafts or Repair on vehicles

11 kg

Why the bag is still liquid. A case of it costs less than dinner and answers a question nobody asks aloud.

0.3 kg

Sterile, individually wrapped, army surplus and twenty years old. Still sealed, still fine.

0.4 kg

Packed cells in a citrate bag, cold. Thirty-five days on paper, and every night after the first tastes like the bag.

Feeding from stored blood — GM ruling on yield

0.5 kg

Requires Contacts 2 (medical), or Influence 1 (health)

Pour it in the wound and hold. Hurts more than the wound and stops the bleeding anyway.

0.1 kg

Gel-impregnated pads in a sealed sleeve. Read the price again and think about what burns in this chronicle.

0.2 kg

No use to the dead. Retainers and ghouls are another matter.

–1 difficulty: Medicine, stabilizing the breathing

1.5 kg

Chrome pole, drip chamber, warming coil. For putting blood back in — a torpid elder, a ghoul you are not finished with.

4.5 kg

Requires Medicine 2

Tourniquet, vacutainers, butterfly needles, gauze. Takes a pint from a willing arm in four minutes and leaves a mark you can explain.

0.6 kg

Requires Medicine 1

Glass front, alarm on the door, four degrees and a compressor you can hear through a wall. A haven fixture, not a thing you carry.

65 kg

Requires Resources 3

Foam over bendable alloy. Rolls into a pocket and makes a broken arm survive a drive down from the pass.

0.2 kg

Sterile, portable, incriminating.

–1 difficulty: serious Medicine work

3 kg

Requires Medicine 1

Curved needles, silk, a driver and forceps in a foil pouch. Closes what a hospital would ask about.

0.2 kg

Requires Medicine 1

Squeeze tubes with a wire seal, stamped for a war that ended before Denver had a skyline. Still works. Mostly.

0.05 kg

Requires Contacts 2 (medical)

A pint that travels, at the temperature of coffee, in the hand of a man on his way to work.

0.4 kg

Webbing and a plastic rod. Buys a mortal twenty minutes, which is usually the whole question.

0.1 kg

Takes a month, and it holds up exactly until someone with a badge gets curious.

Requires Streetwise 3 or Influence 2 (bureaucracy)

Badge, photo card, and a bifold that has been sat on until it looks it. Survives a hand's reach and a glance across a hood.

It does not survive a telephone call to Washington, and everyone carrying one knows it.

0.1 kg

Requires Contacts 3 (forger) or Streetwise 4

Works beautifully until it stands next to a real radio.

0.1 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Counter: $300

0.01 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

In 1994 the inks are the hard part. The good greens are watched.

–1 difficulty: forged documents

4 kg

Requires Contacts 1 or Streetwise 2

A pad of triplicate and a clipboard with a agency shield on the back. Fill one in front of a witness and the thing in your hands stops being stolen and starts being evidence.

The single cheapest item in this folder and the one that actually carries the scene.

0.4 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement), or Streetwise 2

Birth certificate, a dead child's Social Security number, pay stubs, a passport. Survives a traffic stop, not a determined week.

0.1 kg

Requires Streetwise 4

Ruled columns in three hands across four decades: shift, weather, who came up the road, what was signed out of the cabinet and whether it came back. The last entry is dated the week of the fire, and it is mid-sentence.

Reads as an inventory of the armory, which is exactly what it is — and what was signed out and never returned is a list somebody could still be holding.

1.3 kg

Spiral-bound, shirt-pocket sized, the cover soft with handling. Names, plates, times, room numbers — the things you will not remember and cannot put in a computer.

Everything written in one is evidence the moment somebody else is holding it.

0.08 kg

Clear barrel, chewed cap, blue. Borrowed and never returned in both directions.

0.01 kg

Passes a police line and a records room. Fails against anyone who works there.

0.02 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

Four pages, a docket number, and a judge's signature traced off a real one. Nobody at a scene reads past the caption.

The clerk who files it afterward reads all four pages. That is a different night's problem.

0.05 kg

Requires Contacts 2 (legal) or Streetwise 3

Gate code, no camera, and the manager is asleep by nine.

A human voice that takes messages and asks nothing.

A steel cartridge the length of a hand. Nobody sells them to the public because nobody has told the public what they are for.

Thirty minutes of cooling for the handheld viewer. Only the source that supplied the viewer supplies these.

0.4 kg

Counter: $100

0.8 kg

The court's architecture of favors depends on nobody doing this.

Transmits 300 yards to a recorder you left in a parked car

0.1 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

New enough that half of all callers don't know it exists.

0.3 kg

A payphone is a plan.

0.01 kg

Film gets developed by somebody, tape gets watched by somebody. As much a Masquerade hazard as a gun.

2.2 kg

Reads a license plate across Colfax. The film still has to meet a developer somewhere.

2 kg

Shipped in February: eight photographs, no film, no developer. The chain of custody is a floppy disk.

0.5 kg

The only photograph that develops without a witness.

0.9 kg

The only safe way to develop a photograph that shouldn't exist.

Paper arrives at 4 AM in a locked office and waits. Invaluable to anyone who can't meet before dusk.

6 kg

Clips onto any junction box and listens. It's the phone company's own tool — that is the felony.

0.7 kg

Requires Streetwise 2 or Contacts 1 (phone company)

Earpiece, boom mic, and a press-to-talk clipped at the chest. Everyone hears the same order at the same moment, which is the whole of what separates a team from six people.

0.5 kg

Requires Contacts 2 (police or military)

A flashlight with a filter over it, sold beside the goggles. Throws a beam only a tube can see.

Twenty yards of beam invisible to the naked eye: complete darkness counts as dim light for anyone wearing night vision. To Auspex and to any other tube it is a searchlight pointed straight back at you.

0.3 kg

Hears a whisper at fifty yards and looks exactly like what it is.

1.5 kg

Requires Contacts 1

Strangers typing at three in the morning. Some of what they post as a joke isn't one.

0.5 kg

Two Gen-1 tubes on a head strap, heavy as a dive mask and about as graceful. Sold to deer hunters and to people who say they are deer hunters.

Hands free. Dim light: the darkness penalty drops by 1. Complete darkness: nothing, without an infrared illuminator. Any bright light in view blooms the tubes: +2 difficulty for the rest of the turn. −1 die to Perception off-axis, no depth: driving or climbing in them is +1 difficulty.

0.9 kg

The Army's 1970s binocular goggle, surplused out by the pallet when Gen 3 replaced it. Microchannel plate: a real picture instead of a green smear, and a tube that lasts.

Hands free. Dim light: no darkness penalty. Starlight alone: the penalty drops by 1. Complete darkness: nothing, without an infrared illuminator. A bright light in view blooms the tubes: +1 difficulty for the turn. Forty degrees of view: −1 die to Perception off-axis.

1 kg

The AN/PVS-7, the goggle the Army fields tonight: a single gallium-arsenide tube behind two eyepieces, export-controlled, inventoried by serial. Still on somebody's inventory sheet. Auspex is better and cheaper; ghouls have no such option.

Hands free. Any ambient light down to starlight: no darkness penalty. Complete darkness — a sealed room, the deep workings — still nothing, without an infrared illuminator. Bright-source protection: a muzzle flash costs +1 difficulty for one turn; steady headlights still wash the tube. Forty degrees of view: −1 die to Perception off-axis.

0.7 kg

A 1PN58 pulled from a Warsaw Pact crate and sold beside the ammo cans at the Army-Navy on Broadway. Vietnam-era physics: the tube amplifies what little light there is and complains about the rest.

Dim light (moon, streetlight spill): the darkness penalty drops by 1. Complete darkness: nothing, without an infrared illuminator. Any bright light in view — a flashlight, headlights, a muzzle flash — blooms the tube: +2 difficulty for the rest of the turn. Narrow, fish-eyed tube: −1 die to Perception for anything off-axis, and no depth to anything.

0.5 kg

How the night actually communicates.

0.1 kg

A brick. Marks the owner as a lawyer, a dealer, or worth robbing.

0.8 kg

Legal in this state. Relevant on the three-hour run down the mountain against the almanac.

0.2 kg

Vietnam-era, thirty pounds, and it works in the one valley where nothing else does. Encrypted to no one.

13.6 kg

Requires Allies 1 (military) or Streetwise 2

The coterie's net when a pager won't do. Anyone with a scanner is in the meeting.

1 kg

Counter: $50

0.2 kg

Every cellular call travels in the clear. As of April the new scanners ship blocked, which made the old ones collectible.

0.9 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

Legal, invaluable, and the first thing a search turns up.

1 kg

The scanner is legal. The channel plan and this month's ten-codes are the purchase.

–1 difficulty: knowing what's coming and from where

1 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

A leather case, a hand crank, and two terminals for a pair of wire. No frequency to scan and no cell to triangulate — to listen to this you have to physically find the line and put a clip on it.

Runs the length of wire you are willing to lay. The works had lines to the headframe and the magazine already.

4.7 kg

A hand-sized camera that sees heat with no cooler at all — a grid of vanadium-oxide pixels the Pentagon paid Honeywell and TI a decade to build and only declassified in 1992. In 1994 it exists as pre-production units, every one signed for.

Sees heat without a cooler: batteries, ready in seconds, no hiss. The picture is coarse — a hot shape, not a face: −1 die to identify anyone by it, to 150 yards. Mortals blaze; Kindred read cold. Nobody outside the program is supposed to have one, and anyone who knows what it is will ask where it came from.

1.4 kg

Requires Allies 4 (military): someone inside the program, and a scene

A 1980s Army viewer the size of a camcorder, cooled by a bottle of compressed argon screwed into the grip. Thirty minutes a bottle, then the picture fades to grey.

Sees heat, not light: no darkness, smoke or fog penalty to 300 yards. Nothing through glass or walls. An argon bottle gives thirty minutes of cooling after a thirty-second wait, and hisses the whole time. Mortals blaze; Kindred read as cold as the ground. Two-handed; nothing else in them.

3.6 kg

The forms are old because the readers are. A fax gets answered in a month; a card, in a night.

7 kg

The toy fools an answering machine. The professional model fools a mother.

0.3 kg

Quotes after seeing the room. The quote is not negotiable.

Requires Streetwise 3 or Contacts 2

The furnace runs at 1,600 degrees and the operator has a mortgage.

Requires Contacts 2 (funeral trade)

A death certificate, filed and accepted. The cleanest exit is being mourned.

Requires Influence 2 (bureaucracy) or Streetwise 4

Has seen worse and driven worse. Payment in cash, on the seat.

Requires Streetwise 1

Eyes at noon. A professional curiosity, billing by the week.

Closings, filings, probate, the assessor — all by fax and courier, never a meeting before dusk.

Requires Resources 2

Posts bond for a mortal before daylight makes it someone else's problem.

Requires Streetwise 1

Whoever holds them owns them, which is the entire point and the entire problem.

0.05 kg

Requires Finance 2

Rubberised blackout cloth, gaffer tape and a roll of kitchen foil for the gaps. The difference between a haven and a room.

3 kg

Lime doesn't dissolve a body, it preserves the shape of one. Every cop knows this. Buy the cremation instead.

23 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

Moves at noon what the dead cannot. The good ones don't look in the box.

Foxed, rebacked, a bookplate from a library that burned. Worth more to the right Toreador than to any dealer.

1.5 kg

Requires Academics 2 to know what you have

Twelve bottles of something with a year on it. Opens a door that money makes awkward.

14 kg

Marlboro reds. Currency in a lock-up, a holding cell, and any night shift in the state.

0.3 kg

Hard lenses, a case, and saline. Hides what the Beast does to an eye at the wrong moment.

0.05 kg

Heavy pancake, cheek tint, lip colour keyed to a living mouth. Made for the dead to be looked at, which is the requirement.

0.4 kg

Requires Performance 1 to apply well

The last good year for this; the new bills with the security thread are already at the Treasury. Fails at a bank.

0.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Collect calls accepted at 3 AM.

Folded paper, a jeweller's crease, eight stones under half a carat. Crosses a border in a shoe and fences anywhere.

0.01 kg

Steel, gasketed, rated an hour at a thousand degrees. A Writ survives the building.

1.8 kg

Colloid patch, flesh-toned, waterproof. For the morning after, on somebody who has to go to work.

0.05 kg

Currency in Five Points. What's in a vessel's blood carries over: a Kindred who feeds high, gets high.

0.1 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

The same September bill that bans the rifles founds a national DNA index. Wear the gloves.

0.5 kg

Money that doesn't want a bank, a name, or a decade.

0.3 kg

Oxidiser, a sprayer, and enough sodium hypochlorite to make a room lie to a technician.

Defeats a casual scene examination; not a forensic one

2.5 kg

Requires Science 1

Not Retainers: not ghouled, not Dominated, and willing to talk to a detective who is kind to them.

Requires Streetwise 1

Makes a mortal placid, grateful, and easy to bleed.

0.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

Datejust, engraved back, somebody's twenty-fifth anniversary. Fences for a third and buys a favour for all of it.

0.1 kg

Forty-four pieces in a fitted oak box. Melts down badly, sells whole well, and every piece of it is silver.

6 kg

A four-foot fluorescent tube and a ballast, sold for salons and bought for other reasons. Legal, cheap, and the worst thing in this catalogue.

Aggravated to Kindred while lit; mains power required

Dmg 2 A · Conceal N · 5 kg

The first one is a transaction. The third is a relationship, and relationships have witnesses.

–1 to –3 difficulty, at the Storyteller's call

0.1 kg

Rides heavy, drinks fuel, and every valet in Denver remembers it.

Passengers soak small arms with 2 extra dice

Requires Contacts 2

The foil works once per mistake. The upholsterer works every time and remembers the car.

1 kg

Public record, ten cents a page, and the clerk remembers who asked.

0.5 kg

The shafts go down further than the maps admit.

–1 difficulty: Athletics on vertical ground

8 kg

Off a matching car in long-term parking at Stapleton. Clean until its owner comes home.

0.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

A pair of seals that stick to any white sedan, and a plate to match. Twenty seconds to make a car official, ten to make it anonymous again.

1.5 kg

Requires Allies 3 (federal law enforcement), or Streetwise 2

The dog still finds it. The deputy doesn't, and on the mountain there is no dog.

+2 difficulty to find on a search

Requires Streetwise 2

Blackdamp doesn't trouble the dead. Guides, ghouls, and open flame are another matter. Levels 4 and 5 are 'flooded.'

Helmets, lamps, rope, a four-gas meter

9 kg

The man who plows is first down every road each morning, and nobody asks why he's out.

45 kg

Above the canyon mouth, cellular is a paperweight. Channel 19 is the county's party line.

2 kg

When the road closes, this is the road.

7 kg

The bar tells a thief which car to skip; the siren nobody has answered since 1991.

1.5 kg

A blanket, flares, a cuff key taped within reach, and cash in small bills.

4 kg

A gimballed pod the size of a beach ball, with a Stirling cooler that has to bring the detector down near liquid nitrogen before the picture clears. Police aviation, the utility companies and the Guard own them; nobody else has the paperwork.

Sees heat, not light: no darkness, smoke or fog penalty at any range the mount can point at. Nothing through glass or walls. Ten minutes on vehicle power before the cooler settles and the picture appears. Mortals blaze; a Kindred reads as cold as the road — a Masquerade breach with a battery. Cannot be carried: it is bolted to a truck or a helicopter.

25 kg

The cheapest insurance sold on this page.

12 kg

Opens the trunk from the inside. Worth testing on a night of no consequence.

0.3 kg

No headlights, no engine, no roads, no record. It goes where the grade goes. Plan on Animalism or apples.

In this economy, it gets noticed and resented in that order.

Built for cocaine, and the finest daytime coffin ever made in this country. Known to the Sheriff's people by silhouette.

Compartment: +3 difficulty to find · sleeps one, light-tight

Requires Streetwise 4

Also a place to die badly at 6 AM. A last resort, not a haven.

Nobody stops a hearse. The back was engineered to carry one sleeper, light-tight, at highway speed.

Counter: $800 plus $40 a month

Tinted, divided, and remembered by everyone — which at Elysium is occasionally the function.

Fast, loud, and the sun does not care how fast.

A haven at seventy miles an hour. The trooper's knock comes at noon.

Counter: $16,000 plus $80 a month

The correct answer to most questions.

November through April, the only machine that keeps its promises above nine thousand feet.

Seats five. The mountains take four-wheel drive seriously.

Invisible in the mountains, conspicuous in Cherry Creek.

Mortal response in ten to fifteen minutes. Whether police at a haven is rescue or breach is worth settling in advance.

Twenty-four hours on one tape. It only helps if somebody survives to rewind it.

A motion sensor wired to a speaker that barks. Fools a burglar, insults a Gangrel.

The cheapest thing on this list that has ever saved a life.

Mountain power fails weekly in winter. Locks, lights, and alarms shouldn't.

Notices what the dead can't. Dogs also want nothing to do with the dead: Animalism, or a patient ghoul.

One more chance to stand ground in a burning room, if Courage holds. See the Provocation table.

The occupant burns better than the building.

Production ended January 1 by treaty; remaining bottles are appreciating. Kills fire by taking the air.

Smothers a fire without water · aggravated to nothing, ruinous to no book

Requires Contacts 1

A liquor license explains late hours, strange visitors, and cash. The court will have expectations.

Requires Resources 3

Brick, a back room, no windows worth the name, and a reason to have the lights on at 3 AM.

Deconsecrated, the seller assures. Light through a rose window is still light.

Twelve light-tight rooms, if the curtains are honest. The Pine Rest is not for sale.

The cheapest life insurance sold at night.

A room by the shift in a frame house on the West Side, rented to single men since the mine was running. Thin walls, a shared porch, a landlady who has seen every kind of hours kept and asks about none of them.

The same, with lawyers attached.

Security patrols, garden clubs, and neighbors who notice everything as a hobby.

Replaces what burns. The adjuster's profession is asking inconvenient questions.

Nobody watches these blocks, which is the point, and also the problem.

Old apartment blocks and older houses; neighbors who mind their business but know every car.

Cash closes in a week. The plat maps in the county clerk's basement are worth reading first.

Not redone since Eisenhower: dark wood, heavy drapes, a radiator that knocks, and a night clerk who writes what he is told. The Delmore has never once closed, and the third floor is where it keeps the people it does not talk about.

One of twelve rooms on the highway edge, curtains that are honest and an office that takes cash and no name. The night bell rings for a tenant. A haven for a Kindred who is not from here, which is every Kindred in Penance.

Six units behind the pumps for drivers sleeping off the pass: a bed, a television bolted to the dresser, and a door onto the lot where nobody looks twice at a light on at four in the morning.

+1 difficulty to pick.

Turns a kick into a siege.

+2 difficulty, and a locksmith will remember installing them.

The haven becomes a box in four seconds. Who is inside gets decided in advance.

Every opening barred at the pull of a lever

Nothing comes through quietly.

Light-tight is light-tight. The funeral trade has been solving this problem for two hundred years.

Light-tight, portable, and airtight, which costs you nothing

45 kg

Sealed against the one intruder armor doesn't cover.

Steel door, no windows, its own vents.

The neighbors hear nothing.

+3 difficulty to overhear anything

The paperwork on this ammunition is federal, which is why there isn't any.

Halve the soak dice of worn armor

0.3 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

For when the scene requires a gunshot and no coroner. Also for teaching a mortal exactly how brave they are.

No damage · full noise, full flash

0.3 kg

Frangible slugs — powdered metal in a binder. They take a hinge off and turn to dust rather than travel on through the room.

Muzzle against the door. Never at a person, and never at an angle.

0.6 kg

Requires Streetwise 2

+1 damage die within 10 yards · armor soaks at double dice

1.1 kg

Fire for twenty yards. Everyone who sees it checks Rötschreck, the shooter included.

12-gauge only · one aggravated die on a hit · ignites cloth and hair

0.3 kg

Requires Streetwise 3, and a scene — the seller will remember your face

The default. Everything else on this list is a decision.

Standard

0.6 kg

Prefragmented, sold legally to homeowners afraid of lawsuits.

+1 damage die vs. unarmored flesh · useless through cover or armor

0.1 kg

+1 damage die vs. unarmored flesh · armor soaks at double dice

0.3 kg

Starts fires and ends Masquerades. The court's inquiry is conducted in daylight terms.

Two aggravated dice of phosphorus fire on a hit

0.5 kg

Requires Allies 3 (military) or Streetwise 4, and a story for where they went

Kindred find it insulting rather than dangerous.

Bashing damage

0.2 kg

Requires Allies 1 (law enforcement) or Streetwise 1

Every ranch house in the state loads these for trespassers.

Bashing · victim at +1 difficulty on their next action

1 kg

Soft metal, poor ballistics, and the mountains have opinions about who buys them.

–1 damage die

0.3 kg

Requires Crafts 3 (gunsmithing), or a Contacts 3 introduction — nobody advertises

Standard shotgun performance at full range

1.2 kg

Cases green at the neck, primers that have sat through fifty winters in an unheated room. Most of it will fire. The question is which part is most, and you learn the answer one round at a time.

GM ruling: treat a botch on any attack using it as a misfire rather than a jam — the round did not go off, and the next one may not either.

9 kg

Draws a line in the air from the target back to the shooter, legible to the whole county.

May ignite flammables

0.4 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

They will not stake a vampire. The heart takes a driven point and body weight, not velocity.

Shatter on impact

0.2 kg

Requires Crafts 1 — nobody sells these; you make them, and you don't explain them

Harris-pattern, spring legs, folds along the forend. Steady from a truck hood or a ridgeline; useless from the hip.

House: +1 die to aimed shots when prone or rested · long guns only

0.4 kg

Ported steel, threaded on. Shoves the muzzle down instead of up, and everyone standing beside you gets the blast.

Multiple-shot penalty reduced by 1

0.2 kg

Birdcage on the thread. Hides the flash from the target. Legal on anything built before the thirteenth of September; a felony feature on anything after.

No mechanical bonus in the book

0.1 kg

Clamps under the handguard. Pulls the muzzle down through a burst and keeps the off hand off a hot barrel.

House: multiple-shot penalty reduced by 1 · long guns and SMGs only

0.2 kg

Standard for SWAT since the late eighties. The beam points both ways.

–1 difficulty against what it lights · target loses surprise

0.3 kg

A Soviet NSPU on a side rail, with the box it came in and a manual nobody at the counter can read. It works the way a 1968 scope works.

While aiming, in dim light the darkness penalty drops by 1. Complete darkness: nothing. Any bright light in view blooms the tube: +2 difficulty for the turn. Needs a rail.

1.5 kg

Gen-2 tube on a rifle mount, all the civilian market admits to — the surplus houses moved a lot of them when the Army went to Gen 3. Heightened Senses is cheaper; ghouls have no such option.

While aiming: shoot in dim light as if at dusk (no darkness penalty); starlight alone drops the penalty by 1. Complete darkness: nothing. A bright light in view blooms the tube: +1 difficulty for the turn. Needs a rail.

1.2 kg

The service rifle scope with a gallium-arsenide tube, export-controlled and inventoried by serial. It does not appear in catalogues, and when it appears on a rifle in Denver somebody is missing one.

While aiming: no darkness penalty in any ambient light down to starlight, to 400 yards. Complete darkness — a sealed room, the deep workings — still nothing. A muzzle flash in view: +1 difficulty for one turn. Needs a rail.

1.8 kg

While aiming: medium-range penalties waived, long-range halved

0.5 kg

Fixed four-power prism sight with a fiber-optic tube feeding the reticle. Military issue since the Gulf; the ones on the street walked off a base.

House: +1 die to aimed shots, no turn of aiming needed

0.4 kg

Requires Contacts 2 (military) or Streetwise 4

The dot is visible to everyone present, including the person wearing it.

–1 difficulty at short range

0.2 kg

Swedish red dot in an aluminum tube, battery the size of a coin. The dot is the only thing in the glass that isn't a smudge.

House: at short range the first turn of aiming is free

0.2 kg

A rifle sight built on the same uncooled detector, a year or two from a program name. It weighs what a full canteen weighs and the battery pack rides on the stock.

While aiming: no darkness, smoke or fog penalty against anything warm, to 300 yards. A Kindred at rest is a grey smear against grey ground: +2 difficulty to target one, unless they have fed this scene. Four hours on a battery. Needs a rail. Nobody outside the program is supposed to have one.

2.5 kg

Requires Allies 4 (military): someone inside the program, and a scene

Two-point nylon, quick-adjust. The rifle hangs across the chest instead of living in a case.

Drawing the weapon is not an action

0.2 kg

Six rounds, one motion. The cheapest thing on this page that has ever finished a fight.

Reload a revolver in a single action

0.1 kg

A $120 part. Since the 13th, it's the difference between a rifle and a felony.

Conceal improves one step · +1 difficulty past short range

0.5 kg

Bored for a nine or a .45, and longer than a rifle can — subsonic rounds need the volume. Threads onto a barrel that stands proud of the slide, and the slide still has to cycle around it. Fits the submachine guns that share the cartridge.

Hearing the shot: Perception + Alertness at +2 difficulty within 50 yards

0.4 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Made properly, for a nine or a .45, by people whose job is that it works the twentieth time. Wet or dry, it does not care. No legal path to this line. Matched to the first weapon it is fitted to; it seats on no other.

Hearing the shot: Perception + Alertness at +3 difficulty within 50 yards

0.5 kg

Requires Contacts 2 (military) or Streetwise 4

The legal path is a stamp, a form, and a permanent federal file. Few take it.

Hearing the shot: Perception + Alertness at +2 difficulty within 50 yards

0.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Made properly, by people whose job is that it works the twentieth time. No legal path to this line. Matched to the first weapon it is fitted to; it seats on no other.

Hearing the shot: Perception + Alertness at +3 difficulty within 50 yards

0.6 kg

Requires Contacts 2 (military) or Streetwise 4

A yard of flame. Everyone present checks Rötschreck.

A yard of flame · Dex + Athletics · the can may go up on a botch

0.4 kg

The difference between demolition and news coverage.

1 kg

Requires Contacts 1 (mining) or Streetwise 2

Loose flash and thunder, plus a flare that blinds everyone present.

0.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

Stocked by every hardware store above eight thousand feet until the crash. The old sticks are starting to sweat.

Six dice per stick · Storyteller's radius

0.2 kg

Requires Contacts 1 (mining) or Streetwise 2

Smothers a burning body if a hand holds it there. The second one costs the same forty dollars.

Smothers a burning body, if a hand is willing to hold it there

1.5 kg

The cheapest object here that frightens the dead.

While burning: soak the fire at difficulty 7

1 kg

The Beast knows what it is before the cap is off. Courage, per the Provocation table, to work with it calmly.

17 kg

The dead are merely deafened, furious, and briefly very easy to photograph.

Mortals: stunned and blinded for a turn or three

0.4 kg

Requires Allies 2 (law enforcement) or Streetwise 3

A federal felony in a green shell. The Eighth Item was written for this cargo.

Blast per the Storyteller · lethal

0.4 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Cover for leaving. The fire department arrives regardless, which is sometimes the point.

Fills a street in seconds

0.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 2 or Allies 1 (law enforcement)

No effect on the dead. The herd breathes, and so do the witnesses.

Fills a room · mortals choke and weep

0.4 kg

Requires Allies 2 (law enforcement) or Streetwise 2

Beyond the office's price list. See the Eighth Item.

Launchers, belt-fed guns, the flamethrower you are thinking about

12 kg

Requires Allies 3 (military), and a conversation the office is not party to

Everyone of the Blood who watches it bloom checks Rötschreck. The thrower is not excused.

Thrown: Dex + Athletics · blast and burn per the Storyteller

0.8 kg

Marine store, no form, no wait. The cheapest thing here that has killed one of the Blood.

One flare · Rötschreck for everyone who sees it, thrower included

0.7 kg

Cannot be put out, only survived.

Burns through an engine block · aggravated · unquenchable

1 kg

Requires Science 2, and ingredients bought in two different counties

The stock is what makes it fit under a coat, and — since the 13th — what makes it a felony.

Dmg 7 L · Rng 150 · Rate 3/FA · Clip 30+1 · Conceal T · 3.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Reclassified a destructive device by the ATF this March. The street didn't get the memo; the prices did.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 20 · Rate 2/3B · Clip 12 drum · Conceal N · 4.2 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Legal, absurdly. Defeats engine blocks and brick, and will be discussed at every level of the court.

Dmg 10 L · Rng 800 · Rate 1 · Clip 10+1 · Conceal N · 14 kg

Requires Allies 3 (military) or Streetwise 4, and a scene

Two barrels, one hinge, nothing to go wrong. Hangs over half the bars in the county.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 15 · Rate 2 · Clip 2 · Conceal T · 3 kg

The federal ban came down September 13. Existing stock is grandfathered: legal to own, legal to sell, and worth double — the clerk knows it too.

Dmg 7 L · Rng 150 · Rate 1 · Clip 30+1 · Conceal N · 3.5 kg

Legal: the registry closed in 1986 and its contents were grandfathered. The buyer's name enters a federal file permanently.

Dmg 7 L · Rng 150 · Rate 3/FA · Clip 30+1 · Conceal N · 3.4 kg

Requires Resources 3, Allies 1 (federal), and six months of waiting

The one ranged weapon permitted at the heart: targeted, difficulty 9, three levels after soak. Most get one attempt.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 1, reloading takes the turn · Conceal T · 2.7 kg

The right arm of the free world — issued by ninety-odd armies and surplused by most of them since. Selector on the left, twenty rounds of .308, and a receiver carrying somebody else's unit markings under the parkerising.

Select fire. Burst and full auto are on the attack dialog.

Dmg 8 L · Rate 3/FA · Conceal N · 4.45 kg

Requires Allies 3 (military contacts)

Roller-delayed, stamped receiver, a charging handle that folds against the tube. Semi-automatic and sold at a counter until the thirteenth of September, when the law named it specifically and the price doubled between one week and the next.

Pre-ban. Legal to own, impossible to import, and worth explaining if it is found in a trunk.

Dmg 8 L · Rate 1 · Conceal N · 4.4 kg

Half the high country owns one, nobody counts arrows, and it never once wakes the neighbors.

silent

Dmg 4 L · Rng varies with the archer · Conceal N · 1.4 kg

Light, short, and forgiving — built for men whose job was something other than shooting. Half the surplus in Colorado is this rifle, and half of that has never been cleaned.

Dmg 6 L · Rate 1 · Conceal T · 2.6 kg

Sold by the government to its own citizens, by mail, for the price of a good coat.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 200 · Rate 1 · Clip 8 · Conceal N · 4.3 kg

Bolt action, five rounds, a walnut stock darkened by sixty years of hands. Issued, surplused, and sold by the barrel to mining companies who wanted men on a ridge who could hit something at four hundred yards.

Company stencil on the buttplate, if the armory is the one it came from.

Dmg 8 L · Rate 1 · Conceal N · 3.9 kg

Sold bare. The counter price includes a boxed 3–9× telescopic scope, which is its own item — fit it on the rail.

Sub-minute accuracy in trained hands. The gunsmith remembers every buyer, which is why the Requirement exists.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 250 · Rate 1 · Clip 5+1 · Conceal N · 5.4 kg

Requires Contacts 2

Ninety-six years of other people's wars, and it still shoots better than its owner.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 200 · Rate 1 · Clip 5+1 · Conceal N · 4.1 kg

Counter: $700

Dmg 8 L · Rng 25 · Rate 2 · Clip 6+1 · Conceal T · 3.3 kg

Sold bare. The counter price includes a boxed 3–9× telescopic scope, which is its own item — fit it on the rail.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 200 · Rate 1 · Clip 5+1 · Conceal N · 3.4 kg

No waiting period on long guns. Cash, a signature, and out the door in ten minutes.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 20 · Rate 2 · Clip 5+1 · Conceal T · 3.6 kg

Semi-automatic, take-down, a hump-backed receiver nobody has copied since. The rifle lawmen and company men bought for themselves in the thirties, when the other side had started buying them too.

Dmg 7 L · Rate 1 · Conceal N · 3.9 kg

Sold at every hardware store to twelve-year-olds. Suppressed, quieter than a slammed door.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 30 · Rate 1 · Clip 10+1 · Conceal N · 2.3 kg

Does what the banned rifles do while looking like a deer gun. Since the 13th, that's the whole point.

Dmg 7 L · Rng 150 · Rate 1 · Clip 20+1 · Conceal N · 2.9 kg

Built for elephant. Nothing on this continent requires it, which is the interesting part.

Dmg 9 L · Rng 150 · Rate 1 · Clip 3+1 · Conceal N · 4.5 kg

Illegal the moment the hacksaw stops. Nobody sells these; people make them.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 10 · Rate 2 · Clip 2 · Conceal J · 2.3 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

The crates keep coming and the price keeps falling.

Dmg 7 L · Rng 150 · Rate 1 · Clip 10 · Conceal N · 3.9 kg

Twice the rifle, twice the noise. Goes through the wall and the wall behind it.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 200 · Rate 1 · Clip 20+1 · Conceal N · 4.2 kg

Arrived in a shipping container, and nobody will describe how. The Sheriff would like to hear it.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 250 · Rate 1 · Clip 10+1 · Conceal N · 4.3 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Twenty rounds of buckshot in four seconds. Declared a destructive device this spring.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 25 · Rate 2/3B · Clip 20 drum · Conceal N · 5.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 4

No disconnector: hold the trigger, work the slide. The Germans formally protested this gun in 1918 and lost.

Dmg 8 L · Rng 20 · Rate 2 · Clip 6+1 · Conceal T · 3.6 kg

Behind the seat of every truck above eight thousand feet. In Penance it isn't a weapon, it's furniture.

Dmg 7 L · Rng 100 · Rate 1 · Clip 6 · Conceal N · 3.1 kg

One hangs in every stairwell of every empty tower downtown.

Dmg Str+3 L · Conceal N · 3 kg

America's alibi.

Dmg Str+2 B · Conceal T · 1 kg

Illegal to carry in Denver, which is what the pocket is for.

Dmg Str+1 B · Conceal P · 0.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

The Keeper of Elysium has seen every one of them come through her doors, and says nothing.

Dmg Str+2 L · Conceal T · 0.7 kg

Heard in three counties, must be started, and the botch is democratic.

two hands · a botch is inflicted on the wielder

Dmg Str+5 L · Conceal N · 5.5 kg

Opens doors either way.

Dmg Str+1 L · Conceal T · 1.4 kg

Legal in every county in America, and the only weapon here that passes a courthouse door.

Dmg Str+1 B · Conceal J · 0.9 kg

Powdered steel across the knuckles. Reads as driving gloves everywhere but the interview room.

uses Brawl

Dmg Str+1 B · Conceal P · 0.4 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

Hardware aisle. Colorado does not ask.

throws (Dex + Athletics)

Dmg Str+1 L · Conceal J · 0.7 kg

Papers optional, provenance mandatory.

Dmg Str+3 L · Conceal T · 1 kg

Requires Contacts 2 or Resources 3

Mall steel, sold with a certificate of authenticity that lies.

snaps on any botch

Dmg Str+2 L · Conceal T · 1.1 kg

Illegal in this state for thirty years; the flip is worth a stare and a charge in a pat-down.

+1 die to Intimidation when opened with intent

Dmg Str L · Conceal P · 0.2 kg

Frontier sentiment with an edge. Colorado respects it.

Dmg Str+1 L · Conceal J · 0.5 kg

Counter: $40

Dmg Str+1 L · Conceal P · 0.3 kg

Not designed for this, and it knows.

Dmg Str L · Conceal P · 0.1 kg

Useless against anything on this side of the ledger. The high timber has wolves that are not wolves.

aggravated to what silver harms

Dmg Str+1 L · Conceal J · 0.3 kg

Requires Crafts 3, or a Contacts 3 introduction

Possession is a charge in this county.

uses Brawl

Dmg Str+1 B · Conceal P · 0.2 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

Sold in garden aisles, never counts as improvised, asks no questions.

Dmg Str+2 L · Conceal T · 0.8 kg

Legal, antique, explicable in any pocket. Folds shut around the evidence.

Dmg Str L · Conceal P · 0.1 kg

Drops a mortal quietly with a targeted blow, at the Storyteller's call. The dead are harder to inconvenience.

Dmg Str+1 B · Conceal P · 0.3 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

Targeted at the heart, difficulty 9, three levels after soak in one blow — or it's kindling. It paralyzes; it does not kill.

Dmg Str+1 L · Conceal T · 0.2 kg

A glorified icepick that does exactly what it was designed to do.

halves the soak of worn armor

Dmg Str+1 L · Conceal J · 0.2 kg

Flip-up barrel, Italian, cheap. Lives in a coat pocket for thirty years and still fires.

Dmg 3 L · Rng 5 · Rate 3 · Clip 8+1 · Conceal P · 0.4 kg

For the boot or the garter. Insulting, and decisive at arm's length.

Dmg 3 L · Rng 5 · Rate 3 · Clip 2 · Conceal P · 0.3 kg

What the Army carries, and what every film this decade taught a generation to picture.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 4 · Clip 15+1 · Conceal J · 1 kg

Sixty years old and still issued by half the world's armies.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 4 · Clip 13+1 · Conceal J · 0.9 kg

No hammer to snag, no slide to jam, no shell left on the carpet.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 10 · Rate 3 · Clip 6 · Conceal P · 0.6 kg

A revolver the size of a forearm, six rounds of .45, issued to men who rode payrolls up canyons. Heavy enough that the holster wore a groove in the belt leather.

Dmg 5 L · Rate 3 · Conceal J · 1.2 kg

Hand-fitted and mirror-blued. A collector's object as much as a revolver.

Dmg 5 L · Rng 25 · Rate 2 · Clip 6 · Conceal J · 1.1 kg

Pre-1899, and therefore not a firearm in federal law: no form, no wait, no serial. A bill of sale and a handshake.

Dmg 5 L · Rng 20 · Rate 2 · Clip 6 · Conceal J · 1.1 kg

Requires Contacts 1

Czech, cheap since the Wall came down, and better than anything at the price has any business being.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 4 · Clip 15+1 · Conceal J · 1 kg

Louder than its damage and heavier than its point. It exists to be seen.

Dmg 5 L · Rng 30 · Rate 3 · Clip 7+1 · Conceal J · 2 kg

Made a hundred at a time in Wyoming, for hunting things that hunt back. Entirely legal.

Dmg 7 L · Rng 35 · Rate 2 · Clip 5 · Conceal T · 1.5 kg

Polymer frame, no safety, seventeen rounds. Congress spent three years calling it invisible to detectors. It isn't.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 4 · Clip 17+1 · Conceal P · 0.6 kg

Eighty-three years old and still the argument-ender. Seven rounds.

Dmg 5 L · Rng 30 · Rate 3 · Clip 7+1 · Conceal J · 1.1 kg

The Wall came down and the crates started arriving. No history any agency here can read.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 15 · Rate 3 · Clip 8+1 · Conceal P · 0.7 kg

Fits in a closed fist. Five rounds, and nothing past conversational distance.

Dmg 3 L · Rng 3 · Rate 3 · Clip 5 · Conceal P · 0.15 kg

One round from a thing that isn't a gun until it is. Federal law treats the possession as the crime.

Dmg 3 L · Rng 2 · Rate 3 · Clip 1 · Conceal P · 0.1 kg

Two shots, no third. Sold at every gun show in the state.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 3 · Rate 2 · Clip 2 · Conceal P · 0.3 kg

Ten rounds of almost nothing, and the quietest thing here when suppressed.

Dmg 3 L · Rng 15 · Rate 3 · Clip 10+1 · Conceal J · 1 kg

Built like a bank vault, priced like a truck.

Dmg 6 L · Rng 35 · Rate 2 · Clip 6 · Conceal J · 1.4 kg

Counter: $600

Dmg 5 L · Rng 30 · Rate 3 · Clip 7+1 · Conceal J · 0.8 kg

Twice the price and worth it, which the men who buy them will explain at length and correctly.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 4 · Clip 15+1 · Conceal J · 0.8 kg

The compromise caliber, four years old. Half the departments in Colorado are switching this year.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 25 · Rate 4 · Clip 11+1 · Conceal P · 0.6 kg

Counter: $300

Dmg 5 L · Rng 25 · Rate 3 · Clip 6 · Conceal J · 1.1 kg

The gun Denver actually carries. Departments are trading them for autos; pawn shops are drowning.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 12 · Rate 3 · Clip 6 · Conceal P · 0.9 kg

Conceals poorly, impresses greatly.

Dmg 6 L · Rng 35 · Rate 2 · Clip 6 · Conceal J · 1.3 kg

Half price, no paperwork, no auditable provenance. It has been fired before, at someone.

As the pattern it is

Dmg As the pattern L · Rate 3 · Conceal P · 0.9 kg

Requires Streetwise 1

The cheapest pistol here, and the only one under $200 that punches through a vest. No safety worth the name.

halves the soak of soft armor

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 3 · Clip 8+1 · Conceal J · 0.8 kg

Brought home in a duffel by somebody who did not talk about it, and sold on twice since. Still the best trigger in the cabinet, and still stamped with an eagle nobody wants to explain.

Dmg 4 L · Rate 3 · Conceal J · 0.96 kg

Flat, blued, and famous. The films did more for the price than the pistol ever did.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 10 · Rate 3 · Clip 7+1 · Conceal P · 0.6 kg

Twenty rounds of thirty-ought-six from the shoulder or the bipod, nineteen pounds of it, and a recoil that walks a standing man backwards. A mine that owned one owned it for reasons the company minutes do not record.

Colorado's coalfields settled their labor questions with weapons like this one, and the guards who carried them were on a payroll.

Dmg 8 L · Rate 3/FA · Conceal N · 8.8 kg

Requires Allies 3 (military contacts)

What the men who raid basements carry. No civilian has bought a new machine gun since 1986.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 50 · Rate 3/3B · Clip 30+1 · Conceal T · 2.5 kg

Requires Allies 2 (law enforcement) or Streetwise 3

Belt-fed, water-cooled's leaner brother, bolted to a tripod and fed from a can. It does not travel, it is emplaced — and a thing that is emplaced is a decision somebody made in advance.

Crated, in grease, with the tripod separate. Assembly is a scene of its own.

Dmg 8 L · Rate FA · Conceal N · 14 kg

Requires Allies 3 (military contacts)

Stamped sheet metal, a wire stock, and a cyclic rate slow enough to count. It looks like a tool because it was built by people who made tools, and it works when a better gun would not.

Dmg 5 L · Rate 3/3B · Conceal T · 3.7 kg

Requires Allies 3 (military contacts)

Empties itself in two seconds. No counter price; the conversion is the felony.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 3/3B · Clip 30+1 · Conceal J · 2.8 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Czech, two pounds, folds to nothing. Fits under a coat and empties in a breath.

Dmg 3 L · Rng 15 · Rate 3/3B · Clip 20+1 · Conceal J · 1.3 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

Stamped pipe, built by the million. Jams easily. Any machinist can make another.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 30 · Rate 3/3B · Clip 32+1 · Conceal T · 3.2 kg

Requires Streetwise 3

The Summer of Violence's signature piece — banned by name on September 13. The grandfathered ones trade at street prices that know it.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 20 · Rate 3/3B · Clip 32+1 · Conceal J · 1.4 kg

Registered under the '34 Act, so September's ban never touched it: still transferable, still appreciating — faster now. Eleven pounds. The older Brujah are sentimental about these.

Dmg 5 L · Rng 40 · Rate 3/3B · Clip 30+1 · Conceal T · 4.9 kg

Requires Resources 4, and six months of federal patience

Counter: no legal counter price

Dmg 4 L · Rng 40 · Rate 3/3B · Clip 32+1 · Conceal T · 3.5 kg

Requires Streetwise 4

Sixteen-inch barrel and a closed bolt make it a legal rifle. Everyone selling one knows the fantasy.

Dmg 4 L · Rng 40 · Rate 3 · Clip 25+1 · Conceal T · 3.5 kg