Austin smiled, and followed Lucas into the backroom of the shop, closing the door into the main shop, and making sure the door out back to the warehouse is closed too. He then heads over and checks the MP7. He picks it up, sliding out the magazine, and checking to make sure it's safe. He then popped the slide, catching a round as it popped out. Setting the magazine and single round back on the table. The gun had been safe, but he just wanted to make sure. He set the PDW down then reached over for the money, looking it over and checking for tracing marks, then nodding, "I trust is served well? i don't usually get returns, but I can turn it around and let another client know that it worked for it's last handler well." He made sure to carry the weapon by the rubber on the grip and not the steel where he could leave a print easier. He set the PDW back among some boxes. He then looked over at Lucas.

He came back over and produced a toothpick from a pocket. He sat down at the workbench and looked at Lucas carefully, "Can I assume you might have another order? Or was it just the return. If you do, we can  head out to the warehouse out back." He chewed on the end of the toothpick quietly looking at Lucas casually.

After abit he leaned against the workbench and hrmed, "I saw in the news there was an explosion and a fire at a place on the far side of town. Was that your work my friend? Do you need anything replaced after that?" He chewed on the toothpick a little while longer, his big bushy beard waggling and bobbing as he did. It was often said that his beard entered a room long before he did. And he used it like a battering ram sometimes when he was in a serious mood. He hrmed low and soft, "You know, I don't usually get into my clients business. But whatever war you are fighting, can't be good to do it all alone. If you need equipment I'm always willing to go straight across for money, or for information. You know this. But I know you too, and I understand this...vendetta. You aren't alone in this. There are people, me included, that could help you. Now the question is, what do you want to do with that information?"

Before Lucas could answer Austin got to his feet, "Come with me. I know you have places you want to be, and things you need to do. But I want to show you something." He didn't take no for an answer. He walked out back, hoping that Lucas would follow him out back and to the warehouse. Even if he didn't, Austin soon threw open the door, trudged inside and soon was coming out with a pristine and new M4A3, with all the elements tooled down to the very bare minimum, Just the main reciever, pistol grip, with a tooled down stock to lighten up the weight, the barrel shortened by another two inches, compared to it's normal 16, an attached angled foregrip with a small 20mm grenade launcher attached just ahead of the grip. A flashlight to the left of the barrel on a rail, and a laser sight attached on the right. An ITL MARS optic with a small 2x flip scope right behind it. A small compact beast of a weapon. He waited for Lucas, in the hopes the man would join him, in the meantime he held the tooled carbine on his arm almost as casually and carefully as he would a puppy, or a month old baby. “Think of it as…a demonstration. For a potential repeat customer, and for the idea that if you ever need help. Not just in something like this, but when you might be doing something out there, you come to me. Just a thought. Take a look.”

The bearded man offered the weapon to Lucas with a warm smile on his face. A smile, so disarming, so sincere.