Fuck.

I just carried two massive ass duffel bags crammed with firepower for like ten blocks. Now im looking up at this building and realizing that apartment fifteen is on the goddamn fifth floor.

I pressed the button for the elevator about a dozen times but nothings happening. Its creeping closer and closer to midnight and I dont want to be late for this deal.

Im stronger than i look. Most of us dead girls are. But these bags are getting heavy. I will shift one around on my right shoulder, grunt my dissapproval and start climbing the damn stairs...

They put out feelers out a week ago. Offering a big cash reward for anyone who helped find their missing weapons. The call that came through was perfect. Someone they had never heard of looking for a buyer. Whether or not these weapons being sold were theirs to begin with, they need them.

This is what you call a win-win situation.

Mad Max, the current leader of the outlaw bikers sits in the small apartment fifteen with his two trusted companions. Big Louie and Speedy Scotty.

The foolish names come from the family side of the Outlaw Bikers gang. Dont underestimate them, even the goofy named Big Louie will twist your fucking shit up hardcore...

The three men hear Rosa coming down the hall and stand. Scottie rubs his gloved hands together and Louie moves to stand next to the door. Max runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his jacket. It just wouldnt do to not have that grinning skeleton with the grenade in his teeth not showing when She enters...

I dont really know what to expect here. I kinda wish Dom had come with me, or maybe Loca. I have one of the .40 caliber automatic pistols stuffed in the back of my pants. But i still dont feel too secure here.

Its too late to back out now. Ill have to just tough it out, like i always do. I put on my hard-ass Gangsta chick face and kick a steel toes boot against the door.

'Special delivery motherfuckers.'  

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Big Louie opens the door for Rosa. Mad Max is shocked to see her alone. He had assumed there would be an entire posse with her.

'Well Hello there. Lets have a look at those goods so we can all get on with our lives...'

Max smiles, trying to set Rosa at ease. Since fucking when do little girls deal guns. This town is seriously fucked... Speedy Scotty will step forward to help Rosa with the duffel bags...

'Word to that...'

Im liking this less and less. Ive never seen these assholes in the city before. They must be a new outfit or not locals. Id rather be dealing with the Haitians... What the hell kind of deal did Dom set up for me here...

I drop both the duffel bags on the short coffee table and unzip them. One bag contains a half dozen Ak-47 assault rifles, a pair of M-4 semi-automatic carbines and some big sniper looking gun i didnt recognize. The second duffel contains about twenty handguns. Mostly black Glocks of varying calibers and four pump shotguns with pistol grips. Nasty shit all around.

I glance over my shoulder at the big motherfucker by the door. I dont like him standing there but i keep my mouth shut. I take a step back so these goons can inspect the hardware and cross my arms over my chest, trying to be the biggest badass in the room and not a scared little girl...  

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Mad Max sifts through the bags, taking a quick inventory.

2008-12-16 09:41:26 Mad Max rolls 5 dice to Intel+ alert 5,4,1,3,4 (BOTCH x 1)

He likes what he sees. It never even clicks to him that this collection, minus a few items is exactly what was stolen from their safehouse just a month ago.

2008-12-16 09:42:36 Speedy Scotty rolls 4 dice to Intel+ alert 1,1,1,6 (failure)

Speedy Scotty bends down to pick up one of the M-4's. He pops out the magazine and checks the chamber and is so enamored with this fine piece of American firepower he too fails to make the connection.

2008-12-16 09:45:46 Big Louie rolls 4 dice to Intel+ alert [+1 diff for distance, +1 diff for not wanting guns in the first place](Diff 8) 2,2,3,4 (failure)

From his spot near the door and his general dislike of this new buisness venture Big Louie never even bothers to check if they are being swindled...After a few minutes of checking sights, playing with slides and counting magazines Mad Max will make his offer to Rosa.

'Alright, this is some top of line stuff. We will take it all..'

He places the pistol he was fiddling with back in the duffel bag and Speedy Scotty begins zipping them up.

'Ill give you twenty five-thousand dollars Cash.'  

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Thats a number that will make a girl smile. But i dont, this is buisness after all and im not quite out of the woods yet. Ill be grinning ear to ear once im safely home and stashing my cash...

2008-12-16 09:57:24 Rosa Maria Vasquez rolls 2 dice to Manip (Pokerface) 10,9 (2 successes)

I seem to mull it over for a minute. But i dont even negotiate, i just nod and offer my hand for a shake to seal the deal.

'Sounds fair to me. Enjoy, boys.'

Mad Max will shake Rosas hand and nod to Speedy Scotty who presents her with a stuffed envelope of cash. Big Louie will approach, finally, to pick up the bags of weapons.

He is the pack-mule by default.

'Pleasure doin buisness with you guys...'

I say as i check the envelope. Seeing that it is indeed stuffed with cash i dont bother to count it. Even if its a few grand light i made a killer profit today. I wont waste any time standing around, i slip the envelope into my coat pocket, turn on my heel and get the hell out of dodge.

I dont even mind going down all those stairs again, this really couldnt have worked out better if i had planned it myself...