[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1]
[hr][h3]Wednesday Afternoon
Final Round Armory[/h3][/center]
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	Milo looked down at the bloody mess he left all over his table, his hand was stitched up and the bleeding stopped, but now he was starting to notice that he was feeling a bit sick from the alcohol, if it wasn't one thing it was another. Milo stood up uneasily and managed to get a cloth and water and managed to get it cleaned up and got his hand bandaged up, all in all things could have been worse, as painful as it was he could still move his left hand, so at least it wasn't to serious, just deep.

[color=f26522]"To hell with it, I'm done for today, at least that sword is definitely sharp."[/color]

	Just as Milo grabbed his leather jacket from the hook he heard the bell ring on his shop door, He wasn't thrilled as he was still a bit woozy and didn't want to interact with customers, however, the voice that rang out was not one he could ignore.

[color=39b54a]"Milo. Hey pal, thought I would swing by and grab that project we were talking about."[/color] 

	The man came in with his black hair slicked back, a nice suit and briefcase, and he had a grin that could make paint peel. This man was a client that Milo had taken on as a test but has since started to push his buttons a bit. Milo wasn't sure who it was this guy worked for or why he wanted what he did, but he always paid in full and in cash.

[color=f26522]"Jackie, you have the worst timing, I swear if I didn't know what was in that case I would tell you to leave."[/color] 

[color=39b54a]"Oh come on, we are buddies right? Besides it smells like you started the party already."[/color] 

Jackie set the case on the table and Milo shoved the bottle over to him, bloody hand print still on the side, Jack took the bottle trying to avoid the blood and took a big drink himself. The look on the mans face was priceless, the drink was stronger than he had been expecting.

[color=39b54a]"Jesus Milo, do you drink Gasoline too?"[/color]

	Milo just laughed and reached under his table and pulled up a collection of rifle parts, he started to assemble the weapon and set a fully formed custom rifle on the table, it was bolt action, a nice looking hunting rifle. 

[color=f26522]"Look Jackie, I don't know if I'm gonna keep up with this. You want parts, you got it, but I can't be building receivers like this, I'm not a manufacturer."[/color]

	Jackie picked up the rifle and gave it a once over, before looking back to Milo.

[color=39b54a]"Milo, Milo, Milo, you are a great gunsmith, these guns, they are excellent tools, and I understand your trepidation, but, you have nothing to worry about, as long as we work together, no one is gonna do anything to you, my employers has given their word."[/color]

	Milo couldn't help but think about Paige and what that spitfire would do if she got the chance to bust him on illegal manufacturing of firearms, worse yet, he wondered what these mysterious employers would do to her if she tried, as much as she hated him, he missed the days when Ana, Paige and him would hang out and have fun. Milo pulled the briefcase over and opened it, same stacks of crisp bills, as usual, always a bit of an over payment, Jackie called it a tip, but Milo knew it was a bribe for discretion. Milo pulled a case out, one he commonly used to store swords and stowed the rifle. 

[color=f26522]"Alright Jackie, you're all set, but for real, last time."[/color]

	Jackie smiled and nodded, before walking out with the case, Milo took the cash and stowed it in a safe in his closet, alongside a few other cases just like it, as well as the photo from the night before and a cellphone, the last of which he grabbed and took out for a minute, he let it connect back to towers and waited, nothing happened, after a minute or two he went and stowed it again. and shut the safe back up. Milo put on his coat and left the shop to head out and go grab a bit of lunch, probably at the fish place he and Vika had checked out.