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A hitman using that symbol for their own needs? Yeah, this was definitely a case that Josephine was going to have to get into now. No way she was allowing some new face with a fancy weapon cut into her own profits just like that. That being said, Cash’s statements did make her wonder. If there was such a powerful ‘spell’ around, how on earth did it get lost the first place? Maybe a more powerful mage could automatically defend against this ethereal nightmare’s attacks, but one could practically eviscerate any enemy as long as they had an idea of where they were. It’d be like just accidentally forgetting that you had a tactical nuke launcher.

She furrowed her brows, but speculation wasn’t going to get anywhere. They were going to head over to the Wirefort’s lair first, after all, knock on the doors of all the rival mobs that had it out for the Himuras. Getting into her armored van once more, taking the time to take the Railrifle out of her violin case and making sure she had a full mag, Josephine drove off the moment she heard the passengers in her van put on their seatbelts. If they had to ram through a car or two to get there, it’d be a pain if Diva cracked open her skull, after all.

[b]“Kamaitachi?” [/b]she repeated as she navigated through the messy network of mid-level streets, [b]“Four syllables is too much. Let’s go with ‘Reaper’.”[/b]

Reaper sounded cooler than some gibberish language, after all.

Rolling to a stop as a group of armed thugs showed up, with their assortment of SMGs and handguns, her red-ringed eyes flickered over to their weapons for a couple of moments, before smiling. They were using Courtlandt Ophelia 3-17s? She used to love that, if only because those weapons became dirt cheap once Courtlandt gave up on trying to get into the weapon’s market and just went full liquidation mode. She motioned for Honoka to stay in the car, before walking out. To no one’s surprise, Blitz had gotten there first, and was already trying to peddle some heavier arms.

Josephine sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Typical Blitz, having no idea at all about cost-efficiency. SMGs and handguns, even shitty ones made by Courtlandt Holdings, were already enough to kill men who only really had access to strength-boosting Underarmor. And if handguns and high-calibre assault rifles could both provide the same thing, why on earth would they switch it up? So some greedy death-merchant could make more money?

[b]“Better off peddling power armor to their rivals first, if you want to convince them to up their offensive options,”[/b] Josephine muttered under her breath, before approaching, standing a step or so behind and beside the flight-armored fellow.

If this was going to turn into a gun fight, she’d like to have a shield in place, even if only for a couple of seconds.

[b]“If Don Miggerton asks, this is about the weapon used to mess up the Himuras.”[/b]

Blitz was a weapons guy, after all. Hopefully they could put two and two correctly and make their own assumptions from there.