Commission for  opeelay

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The range was silent once more as the final shoot landed dead center of the targets head, off in the distance.
"These pistol modifications will suffice"
Maaru exclaimed as she held her cleared modified pistol, the smoke still rising out of the newly requisitioned suppressor showing little signs of wear from the new trigger upgrade.

The feline arms dealer chuckled with appreciation of yet another satisfied customer.
"For an ex-SWAT now working on the other side of the pond, I find that to be high praise~"
Dominic now offers the tuned up revolver to the Doberman enforcer, who's now giving a stern look of annoyance at the remark.

"And for a snarky dealer, I'd have given you a firm handshake as thanks. But I fear the crushing force would be too much for your delicate hands" A coy smile now breaking out from both of them...