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Rohrenmacht 12-B Pistol
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A familiarly unostentatious semi-automatic pistol; small calibre, low recoil impulse, procured with love. Shoot straight, habibti.
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"I'll be seeing you.""Tell me what you need. Maybe today I get you better protection than that thing you pulled on me, yeah?""The business of you, as always. And you need it. It broke my heart to see you holding that 'protection'. You deserve better.""Yo, habibti." Goat Eyes flicks his cigarette.
"You're talking to an elite purveyor of many services. Maybe I get you better protection than that thing you pulled on me. Just tell me what you need."We're not seriously going to give a kid an actual gun, are we? Not cool, sis.Look in the direction of the shot.MISGUIDED!! PUNY!!!The one that you carry.Draw your gun.He hasn't seen your face, he doesn't know who you are. There's nothing to lose."I know that piece -- this hurts." His gun hand goes slack. "Is this love or business, baby-girl?""You carrying?" Like flicking a switch, something changes in his eyes.You have two guns, for whatever reason. In no circumstance should you be caught empty handed.Bring a gun. He will.They're compatible with the Rohrenmacht you acquired, though it already has a full magazine."Don't get shot, Hershel. That would be a real shame."Keep your gun close.Why are you standing around for? Kill this ancient fool. That's what the script demands.You become aware of the gun's shape, cradled against your ribs. Your index finger warms and curls."Don't pretend as though you aren't prepared for it.""Questionable to just go around with it out in the open. May be one of those 'new school' moves.""Rohrenmacht, is it? Twelve-series. Opera budgets must've gone up since my day. Mmm.""By the way, what is that... 9mm?" He tilts his head to one side. "Are you sure that's enough?"
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