“[i]Molodets[/i]. Good one. Might be a scumbag, this guy, but a street smart one.” She added in Bethan’s direction, storing the map in her empty magazine pouch. “Upper left pouch in case you need it and I’m not around to tell you where it is.”

She removed the magazine and ejected the chambered round, catching it in mid air before handing the pistol to the other woman, accepting the Austrian weapon in exchange and unloading it in the same manner. “Sure, here you go. Made to run the 7N31 AP rounds without falling apart after a thousand or so. Striker fired like yours, borrows some other features from Austrian tupperware, too, like the trigger safety. Except despite being brand new, mother Russia only had to shell out a third of what importing Glock 17s would cost per unit. Something about a screwed up tender if I heard right. Trigger’s a stiff bitch, though that might get better as it gets broken in. A lot of people still prefer the PM or APS over this, though the APS is so big you have to carry it in a bag if you want to conceal it. And unlike the PM, you can’t open a beer bottle with this one, but that’s a matter of personal priorities I guess.”

Yekaterina took a moment to admire Hayden’s catch. “I had no idea they made disc mags for Brens. It looks like the DP’s uglier cousin. The things you learn every day. If you go off the rails now, there’ll be no stopping you. Wouldn’t want to be the poor bastard who stands on the other end of [i]that[/i].” Their new arsenal was more varied than she expected, but on second thought, it made sense. A FAL, an FNC, even the venerable Bren were all proven workhorses, all of them in African environments as well. With some care and a measure of luck, they might even last long enough for them to spend their next shopping spree on protection and utilities rather than replacing the weapons.

She reloaded Bethan’s Glock, returned it to its owner and made herself comfortable in the limo. Still a little surprised at getting another job this quickly, she turned to Victor. “You said you had questions? Ask away then.” Having strung together a few lines of bulshit in advance, expecting some poking and prodding into their backgrounds, she was more curious than nervous of what would be asked of them and what her compatriots would answer. Of course their answers were likely to be vague or false if the questions got too close to home, but even the way a person lies tells you something.