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

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	Milo knew the moment the door shut that he had made a bad choice, but what else could he do, have her come in and listen to the conversation about his side projects, and how they may be involved with gang related activities. Milo looked at the gun again, Paige started to talk again, was she serious? What made her think that he was going to just up and tell her anything like that? Milo clicked the chamber open, shut it, thumbed the hammer, he was regretting making these stupid things to begin with, now it just goes to show, no easy rides. Milo just wanted to go home, back to Delta, he never wanted to be here like this, he had made a shady deal with Jackie that first week in Sol, trade a gun for some start up cash, something to turn the shitty warehouse into a proper home and shop, now he had four more guns, no serial, no marks other than his caliber marks, that really, only Paige would have known about anyway floating around Sol, maybe they weren't even in the city anymore, he didn't know, but what he did know was that if Paige started digging heavy handed like she was prone to do, she would end up dead.

	[color=f26522]"Jackie Costa, He bought five guns in total, I'd give you his phone number but its obviously a burner."[/color] Milo stood and took the gun to a shelf by his table and pulled out what he needed in a drawer to clean it later, [color=f26522]"What do you think you will do with that info? Run in guns blazing and blow the bad guy away? He has handmade firearms, there isn't a law against that."[/color] Milo took out a cigar from his drawer and lit it, he took a long draw and looked at Paige, [color=f26522]"Another dream becomes a nightmare, all at my own hands, and with you laughing at me."[/color] Milo gave her what she wanted, no more half truths, just bitter reality, even in Delta he tried to shift the blame of what happened, the driver that hit him, his depression, even Paige, a lot Paige, but never once would he say he had messed up, now he was singing a new tune, one of someone who knows that at the end of the day our lives are what we make of them. [color=f26522]"Honestly it was nice to talk to you like we were almost friends again, almost."[/color] Milo took a long pull on his cigar, and set himself to cleaning the hand cannon that Paige had brought in.

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