"Yeah, nah, fishbox was a bit of a one-off," said Giggles, surreptitiously swapping out the box magazine for a drum. Modesty wasn't worth passing up a good offer. On second thoughts, he took a collapsing stock too. [i]Tommy gun for a tomboy,[/i] thought Giggles idly, assembling the von Goethe. "Heads up, that was before the embargo, although I had some- other problems to get past at the time."

"I should be able to get some use outta the chaos, though, 'specially if it lasts more than a week. A ship I can get you. More likely we'll survive if we crash a few nights in someone else's. A lot of people want to get out right now, and the market for people smuggling just got waaay less competiti-" Stop.

[i]I'm gonna regret not checking if that guy's undercover.[/i] Without putting down the gun, Giggles stepped to the door, leaned out and beckoned the bearded man to come in. Nothing about him pricked Giggles's sense of danger other than the dog, it had to be said.