What he needed was something that could be concealed, preferably both before and after it was used. He could stand being caught, but it wasn’t the preferred outcome. It would be tricky, but he had an idea. One that no one had tried before, but one he thought he could manage. One he thought could work. The very idea put a smile on his face. These false idols worshipped the camera, so the idea of using one to kill them was something that he couldn’t resist.
He decided that a shotgun was the way to go. At close range, it was hard to miss, and he would most definitely be close. He’d hunted squirrels with a twelve gauge, and The Singer looked an awful lot like a squirrel. As a bonus, they weren’t particularly regulated, especially compared to handguns. This was important, because he was actually going to need a bunch of them.
He ended up buying more than a dozen of them. Not all at one place, mind you, with would look more than slightly suspicious. He wasn’t actually planning on using that many on The Singer, as satisfying as that might have been. He needed them for the experimental phase.
He also needed cameras. Specifically, he needed broadcast quality video cameras, or at least their bodies. He was able to find a bunch of broken ones on the cheap by scouring eBay and Craigslist, of all things. He ended up getting five, and he hoped that was enough. Every time he bought one he was creating an electronic trail back to himself. It wouldn’t matter until after he did what he was going to do, but it was still something he had some concerns about.
It took him a few weeks to get everything ready, and he ruined four of them shotguns before he even got to the point where he was ready to test. That was frustrating, but it wasn’t like there were blueprints for this sort of thing. But he finally got something he liked, and he couldn’t help smiling as he drove out into the desert.