[center][h1][color=fff200]Siobhan[/color] [color=fff79a]& [/color][color=white]Paige[/color][/h1][/center][hr][center][h2]Location: Final Round Armoy[/h2][/center][hr][center][h3][/h3][/center][hr][hr]
Paige rolled the revolver over and took out her pistol. She needed to see it again in order to convince herself. Her weapon, a sleek Sig SAS model looked tiny by comparison, but it was the engraving that had nearly stopped her cold. Marked under the hefty barrel of the revolver was a simple string of Roman numerals running vertically. Marked in the same position on her gun, was a likewise string: [i]IX PRK[/i], followed by a tiny Rook chess piece. Only one person left their mark in that way. No wonder the gun felt so balanced. She shook her head. He couldn't be [i]that[/i] stupid. 

The ride back to Old Harbor was quiet. She was trying poorly to take her mind off her contempt by enjoying her choice of vehicle. She discovered that it indeed [i]did[/i] have a built in GPS system and thought briefly that she must have looked very blonde reading the signs and watching the ramps earlier. It said "M3" on the back in a racy little badge. Maybe that meant it went fast. She had no idea. Zipping around in fairly heavy traffic, they crossed the Costa Bridge and she glanced over noticing a rescue boat down on the water. Her initial thought was how satisfying it would be to throw a certain metalworker over the side and give the boat crew something to do for a while. 

Sure enough after coming down off the bridge and a few quick turns, the GPS put them directly in front of a handmade steel and oak sign for [i]Final Round Armory[/i]. She shook her head looking at it. [I]What a joke[/i]. She thought, but felt a pang of guilt as the thought of the photo she'd found came immediately after. She sighed and pursed her lips a tiny bit. He had come out swinging at the party and she likewise couldn't help herself. They were like fire and gas. Sio got to see it first hand. In spite of it, she hadn't said anything to Ana, though they'd talked a couple times. 

Paige looked down at her star, still in the cupholder. She hated feeling indecisive and momentarily questioned what she was even doing. She looked at the aged warehousefront. His old setup was much nicer and at least looked like something other than where a hobo might be sleeping. Her eyes next wandered over at his silly truck parked out front and snickered lightly to herself. [i]Redneck[/i]. "C'mon, there won't be any danger here." She said to Sio before getting out.

Leaving her badge, she stowed the revolver in her gym bag and threw it over her shoulder. Approaching with that cannon, probably wasn't the best look, though she still tucked her Sig behind her back same as before. It wasn't like he didn't know she had it on her. The car's security chirped happily behind her and she put on her standard business face before knocking on the door. 

[@Mattchstick][@RoccanIronclad][@Almalthia]