Massimo: What do you got that goes through a vest? — FN P90

"Besides the ammunition it fires, the P90 has a number of very unusual and unique features that make it stand out in the field of firearms. The bullpup layout of the weapon makes the P90 the most compact fixed-stock submachine gun made... The physical layout of the P90 is very unusual the first time an operator sees it. The grips underneath the weapon are oddly curved with elongated holes above them to allow the fingers to wrap over the grip. Once the weapon is picked up, the style of holding the weapon dictated by the layout of the grips becomes automatic."

"The Uzis might have fired at 600 rounds per minute. But the P-90, made by the FN Herstal company in Belgium, fired at an astonishing 900 rounds per minute. Indeed, with its rounded hand guard, internal blowback system, and incredible hundred-round magazine mounted above the barrel, it looked like something out of a science fiction movie."

"Edward had replaced his own Heckler & Koch MP5 with the new FN P90. It was very science fiction looking, but he swore once I fired it, Id trade in my MP5. Hed said the same thing about the mini-Uzi that had been the gun that the MP5 had replaced for me, so I didnt argue. Edward knew more about guns than I ever would."

"Load everything you can lay your hands on," Bolan instructed. He helped himself to a black FN P90. There were several of them in one of the bags. The SMG featured a clear plastic magazine that was mounted on top of the weapon, in parallel formation. The clear magazine allowed the user to make a quick visual check on how many of the fifty 5.7 mm rounds were left. A manual selecter allowed semi- or full-auto fire, depending on the extent of trigger pull. Bolan helped himself to a number of extra magazines. "Poliokof likes to give his boys nice weapons," Kowalski said, helping herself to one of the P90s. "Moneys no object, I guess. Who wants to bet that he got them from Cameron?"

"A six-man goon squad charged up one of the sweeping staircases to the VIP area. They werent Turkish muscle. They were in suits and brandishing the FN Personal Defensive Weapons so prized by the Mexican cartels. Their weapons had laser sights, and the green beams played over the milling, screaming throng searching for their target. Bolan gave each of the two men leading the charge a double tap to the chest to no apparent effect. The men were armored. Bolans pistol racked open on empty, and he threw himself flat as the enemy returned fire. Their weapons snarled on full-auto and scythed through bystanders as they sought Bolan."

"Get your boys ready. However this turns out, therell be trouble—and theyll need more than tear gas and pepperballs to deal with it." "I see," Assad said, unhappy. A nod to the ASPS, and the soldiers opened more cases, taking out compact FN P90 submachine guns. "Another contingency," he told Nina and Macy. "I really hope we dont have to use them, Mr. Chase."