Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee #8

Frank's mouth dropped, and his eyes widened.

"Three thousand rounds?" He whispered.

"Yes."

"How?"

"Ever heard of Metal Storm?"

"Yeah. Australian."

"This is the same principle of superposed loading. Just with nano-diamond, armour piercing, flechettes in a spiral configuration."

"Armour piercing..." Frank was feeling giddy.

"Are you alright Mr. Bastion? You're flushed, breathing shallowly and your heart rate is spiking. If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd just fallen in love?" Alice smiled.

Frank stared at the weapon. "Yeah, yeah... Fallen in love... Eh? What?" He blinked, coming back to reality. The machine was making fun of him!