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Fenix Arsenal
He smirks. "I was kidding. Sort of. There's a long-standing undeclared war between the Nomad Nations and most mega-corps." They stole their land, their homes, forced them into exile in a wasteland they helped create. Nearly a century of casus belli was on their side.

"We're a pretty simple people. We tend to stick to our families. Our clans. When I lost all of mine, I didn't really have a place to go. So I ended up here." No pained voice or sympathy fishing. It is what it was. Still, he misses the life sometimes.

Echo sends the drone to land on a workbench on the other side of the room. His black eyes return to their normal hue of chocolate brown before they flicker blue with a wireless command.

"I mean...I don't know how this works...would you work here? Do you want a job?" He HAD been thinking about that part. Hiring someone to help out at the store. Now that he has a girlfriend, the reduction of working hours was calling.

Wireless signal received. A trio of spider-bots come skittering out from a compartment in the ceiling, working their way down to the floor. Echo pulls up the schematic for the aerial drones in his head, his incorporation of the flight transponders, then taps his temple twice and flicks the data to Diego, Isabella, and Vasquez. Yes, they all have names.

"Vamos!" To the bots. They'll start jumping into the crate to lift transponders out. Pulling drone parts from around the workbench. In a few hours, all 8 drones will be assembled and ready to roll.

"So...I have to ask." Now that he's done personally building anything this evening. "Back at Tech Noir...I got the impression you knew Kurtz. Like, more than just the basic file on him."

sips my drink while watching for company

calisthenics

athletics

Deadeye Gun Range
Alejandro looks over at you, nodding a little. "I know.."

It was something he certainly thinks about and has considered the ramifications of, more than once.
He takes the mag from you, and inserts it ... locking it into place and then turning toward the target in the distance.

Ethical?

... maybe.

"Ugh. Sí, I know. I also dislike that ... sometimes the requests.."

He looks over his shoulder as you pull out your tablet, listening a moment.

"I gathered as much." A pause, and then he'll look forward toward the target again.

"Let me talk about it with Lilou. I'll get you an answer within a week, one way or another. I want to continue, but perhaps at a smaller scale. I don't know yet."

He seems indecisive.

"Hold."

Conversation, while he takes aim. From what he'd read, the XM7 is supposed to increased range, accuracy, and probability of hit; reduced engagement time; suppressed flash/sound signature; and improved controllability and mobility. At least, that's what the website boasted.

Time to test it, compared to the regular M4.

Aiming, and exhaling as he fires off a short round burst. Followed by a couple single shots, barely squeezing the trigger once .. twice ..

and then he holds the trigger down to test the recoil and spray. The suppressor helps a little, but it's still a machine gun. The pattern punctures the target in the distance and Alejandro ceases firing, lowing the weapon and taking a slow breath with a grin curving along those spanish lips.

"Mierda."

He engages the safety before looking back at you.

"Want a go?

How are you and brix doing, by the way?"

That whole situations at your birthday gig seemed a little .. well, okay it wasn't strange but .. seemed like there was shit going on he wasn't aware of.

aesthetics

Watching ACL with friends, fun summer Saturday!

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GOINGS-ON

Fenix Arsenal
She can't help a little chuckle at that.

"But do people deserve death for just trying to survive?"

A question for the ages, she knows. Philosophers have been debating it millennia and nobody ever seems to have the one right answer to that one.

She shrugs, putting that deep thought and any others away behind the adorable princess façade again.

"Of course. People are people. Most of us just want to live our lives in peace and find a little bit of happiness while we're at it."

Okay, NOW she's done with the deep thoughts. Promise.
For now, anyway.

"I have a lot of school learning. Not a whole lot of practical experience in anything besides business management. Between the two of us I'm sure we can figure it out."

She laughs again, and this time it's a rare, unguarded sound.

"Sorry. I know this is weird and out of the blue. You're allowed to tell me no if you want."

That should work for me!

Gosh!

Deadeye Gun Range
"You know Lilou had a point back then, something that didn't become less true over time. Jones coulda been telling the truth, that Vargas planned on us never leaving North Dakota. Either that or that was a planned culling of one or the other, like she didn't want to pay for both of us in her pocket and throwing us into conflict means she automatically gets to keep the better option…"

Mag passed to you, Holly backed up and took on a slightly sideskew angle to watch the performance of the weapon in your hands like she'd have to slide back into the familiar role of being the numbers nerd in a future deal. To talk about the product and justify whatever price they're asking.

Like any other high-margin commodity, to look at a weapons platform as a commitment for purchases, to get access to non-civilian ammunition, to get tied into the whole underworld ecosystem. Really, when you looked at it that way they were no less enterprising than Apple! Just… they went out of their way to pay more taxes, not less. Th-That made them even more ethical.

…maybe.

"…alright, well I'll give word. Sinaloa's guy in The City is shockingly reasonable, I think you'll like working with him. Be ready for whatever cost he has to not be in money, necessarily. You know how they do…"

Oh, and she pulled her tablet from the bag, the one with the bakery ingredients list.

"…yeah I dunno if you were trynna talk biz, but I've got the updated inventory. It's expensive scraps, odds and ends, unicorn horns that's more for specialized buyers," she started to say as she tapped over the non-internet-capable device's screen. "…so I didn't hear a definite answer about what you wanted to do with the nearly empty warehouse…"

takes my drink with a thank you for the bartender

sooooooo exhausted
but not able to sleep forced to stand