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

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[center][h3]Final Round Armory
Wednesday Afternoon[/h3][/center]

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	"Yeah I want to have it be that big." A wide eyed nerdy kid asked as he frantically pointed at a picture of some fantasy sword from an anime Milo had never seen. This sort of thing happened at least once a month, someone comes in with only a vague idea of what he actually does and tries to get him to build some kind of monstrosity for convention or something. "I don't want it to be too heavy though, I have to carry it all day, the Con is in like two and a half weeks is that enough time?" Milo had his arms crossed and a scowl on his face that could peel paint, he was tired and didn't have the time for this.

	[color=f26522]"I can make that sword, in that time, but it will be heavy, you won't be able to take it to a 'Con', and it is going to cost more than your allowance kid, so please, get the hell out of my shop."[/color] Milo sighed as the kid huffed and puffed, threatened a bad internet review and stormed out. Milo merely shook his head and got out his current pet project, a rifle, he had originally thought he would never do this again, but after everything that happened, after what Jackie and his boys tried to do, he wasn't going to let this go. Paige was already back on the trail, but Milo knew that there are only so many avenues she can take, and maybe, just maybe, he could do the rest.

	Milo looked at his phone, he had a couple messages, a couple from clients, and a couple from Paige and Ana, ever since Paige was in the hospital and they all cleared things up, Ana had been talking to him again, though now they are just friends again, best he could hope for. Milo decided that he couldn't stand being in the shop anymore, he had basically done nothing but work for days, especially since he began the process of getting all of his proper licensing. He grabbed a coat and shoved his hand cannon into a rib holster and left, a habit he got into recently. He headed out to a nearby bistro, the text from Paige implied she wanted to talk about everything in person, so he headed out.

	As Milo arrived at the restaurant, he sat down across from Paige and sighed as he sat, "I hope your job has been a fulfilling as mine today." Milo waved to the waitress and put in a drink order. "So, how did your meeting go." he said with a slight grin, hoping for an interesting story.