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Gun oil rolled out like a memory. Two M4 carbines lay on cut foam beside suppressed .45s, magazines, cleaning kits, and a folded nylon bundle of breaching charges labeled in Bruno’s handwriting: NEVER THE FRONT DOOR. Jack raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been busy.” “Insurance policy,” Bruno said. “Country clients don’t always pay their bills with cash and courtesy.” He opened a second crate: plate carriers, ear pro, flashbangs, a tangle of comms wires neatly coiled and zip-tied.

“Like you said, I've proven to handle this as well as you do. Just listen to me, please.” “As long as it's for the best, Princess, no problem.” I let out a sigh, turning my gaze to the file in front of him. “What's that for?” He lowered his gaze to the brown office file in front of him. “They're the records for the newly arrived shipments. I'm meant to update the records, but I need to go through it first.” He explained. “Were the Colt Python Revolvers still included?” I asked him. He nodded in approval, “and from what I heard, it's the hottest in the market. It's one hell of a fire arm.”