The guy who hires me to go and kill random people is acting sentimental and caring. The guy who overcharges for used beat-up firearms is passing me military grade shit like were besties passing notes and gum in class.
"So, have you figured out what's what yet?" he says to me and hands me an AK-74 and some body armor. Like he's my father trying to help me out. And then he does it again, gifting me a VPO-209. And a third time with an AK-101 and some helmets. What the hell is going on?
I really prefer the old Prapor, who I didn't trust and didn't trust me. I know he's going to call in a favor, and I'm certain I won't like it. Why me? He barely knows me. Though the one thing he does know about me is that I'm not cut out for this. The average schoolgirl would probably beat me in a fight. Am I being setup to be some patsy? I must be Lee Harvey Oswald awkwardly posing with a mail order 6.5 x 52mm Carcano. So who's the Kennedy?
My stash is overflowing, I have enough weapons to kit out a whole squad. I need to sell this shit, or go out on a raid. I tested out the VPO-209 recently and I like it. In the past, I liked the VPO-136 a lot, but wasn't so fond of the 209, but now I think I may have misjudged it.
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