Actually, thinking about it further, I bet that's the "armory" at a film studio. Those are probably all props. It would explain the variety - there are a bunch of old tommy guns, sten guns, mp-10's, and other odd shit in there.
Was watching a show the other day about weapons in films and they shoot some of it at a major supplier of arms for the industry - that picture has nothing remotely on the reality of this place and the collection they have. A huge warehouse with rack after rack after rack of tens of thousands of weapons of all sorts - the vast majority are functioning real weapons.
Not gonna lie, at that very moment, I would take the shark. And I am terrified of those. But this motherfucker looks very unpleasant.
Thanks, dick. Me laughing out loud at this has all the gymnastics moms looking at me funny, now, while I sit at my daughter’s practice.
This is my reflective belt. There are many like it but this one is mine. My reflective belt is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. Without me, my Reflective Belt is useless. Without my Reflective Belt I am useless. I must wear my Reflective Belt true. I must be luminescent to my enemy, who is trying to kill me, so that I may illuminate myself and not be killed by my peers ...
What pilot is going to see that reflective belt in the air? Like: "PiperCub Foxtrot-seven-niner, come across at heading zero-5-zero.... WAIT! I SEE A REFLECTIVE BELT! DIVERT!! DIVERT!!"
Doesn’t matter. If you’re flying at night and think you’re clever by shutting off your navigation lights, I’m still gonna see your instrument’s lights from fifty miles away with my NVG monies!