[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo looked at the bag on his table, there was a certain thunk as it hit the hard surface, one that denoted something made of steel. Milo took the bag in hand and opened it up, it was definitely gym clothes, an old Diamonds jersey, he and Paige were always the more avid sports fans of their group, he waved his hand by his face jokingly with a jovial smile as to tease Paige, but under the red of her jersey was a distinct silver glint. Milo let his hand wrap around the handle of the hand cannon he had built for Jackie after first coming to Sol, damn, what had Paige done, if she shot Jackie or one of his guys they were sure to come after.... it wasn't his.... the gun was messed up, damaged, it wasn't even clean. Milo took a hard look to the barrel, the gunpowder around the muzzle told him that whoever was using this had not been taking care of it, no oil, not even a light scrub, he had given Jackie full instruction, by his request. 

	[color=f26522]"Paige, who had this?"[/color] Milo's demeanor turned from his more relaxed mood to instant rage. Milo if anything was an artist, his medium was steel and wood, brass and powder, and for him to see his work tarnished in this way was like a mustache on the Mona Lisa. [color=f26522]"This gun was a gift to a friend of mine, one that I know would take better care of it than this."[/color] While mostly true, he also didn't think Jackie was above giving it to an idiot. Milo was white knuckling the handle, but he took a breath and set the gun down on the table before hearing the knock at his door. [color=f26522]"Fucking hell, the sign means nothing."[/color] but then the words came through, of course it would be Victoria right now, he could have swore he told her he was fine, that she didn't need to come by. She had brought lunch it seemed and it seemed that if his day could get worse it was going to do so, he couldn't turn her away, at least not unless Paige was trying to arrest him, but if that were going to happen she would have a badge and have already tried it.

	Milo didn't want Vika involved in any of his messes, especially this one, gunsmithing was a tricky business that he is on the wrong side of at the moment, he looked to Paige. 

	[color=f26522]"Hold on, stay here, though I doubt you planned on leaving."[/color] He walked past her with a discerning scowl, still angry over the treatment of his gun. Milo grabbed the door and pulled it open to see Vika there standing in the cold with wine, beer, and food. He was really wishing she had texted him first. He stood in the doorway, filling it as to block the view of the inside.

	[color=f26522]"Vika? What are you doing? I wish you would have messaged me first, I'm a little stuck at the moment."[/color] He pushed the door open further, to reveal the two 'cops' in his shop. [color=f26522]"I think something happened to a friend of mine, and they are trying to follow it up, I hate to do this, but can we do this another time? I can take you home really quick if you need me too."[/color] Milo wasn't lying, he was worried about Jackie, maybe not that he got hurt, but that he gave away a custom high caliber hand cannon to some piss ant grunt.

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