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"No, I'm Kind of in between Jobs at the moment. Trying to find a gunsmith to fix the sights on my babies, but all I've come across in this place are dealers... Name's Leadstorm by The way." ~He held out a hand in introduction~ "You coud say I kind of just rolled into town a little while ago and could roll back out if the winds of change pull me that way."

"I know a girl that can make most anything you'd want." DoM replies as he shakes the man's hand. He seemed honest enough, besides, they were out of the 'Field now, killing in public is almost unheard of in Central.
"I bet she can make you your gun, lemme find her card . . . ah! here it is!" He exclaims as he pulls a small piece of plastic resembling a stick of gum in shape and hands it to Leadstorm. "There you go, just say that you were referred by Dom, or Disease_of_Machinery, she might remember that name better. Her name is Scarabin. She works pretty cheap and fast for what she can do, that is unless her schoolwork slows her down . . . " His concentraition fades off as he rummages through his pockets for his smokes. Finding them, he lights up and exhales while waving down a waitress. He was told that they serve some mighty fine coffee here.

With new potential for this night Threl throws the cat he just killed into the nearest trash and heads down the alley untill it opens to a wide street.
Looking out on this crisp night he hoped for a sign, somthing to tell him what he was waiting for...

~Leadstorm Takes the card and pulls his twin 11mm pistols from their holsters under his arms and sets them on the table~ "I don't need anything made, just maintenence, my sights are off four inches at fifteen meters, and in this business accuracy is everything." ~He offers one of the handguns to DoM to look at it~ "I'll give her a call and see if she can fit me into her schedual. You know where a wanderer like myself can find a good short term job?"

*The man looked at the woman and nodded* Um..I'll just have a burger and a soda, if you have any, ma'am. *He bowed his head to her. His eyes, hidden behind his blue goggles keeping a silent watch on the facility. He lifts them up to see the customers she was talking with. Hm...guns huh? Then there must be people around here that can fix weapons. Good, good. He then brushes some of his hair getting into his face and takes a seat.*

~Leadstorm starts perusing the menu as he waits for his coffee, then sets it down and picks a screamsheet up off the table. he glances through the articles, only half paying attention to them.~ ((waiting on you guys...))

((Ok, I'll take my turn.))
*Angel takes a look at people the waitress was talking to. Hm, maybe these guys know some place I can get a job or fix my gear. He then walks over to the table with customer with the screamsheet* Um..excuse me sir, you know of any places where that may fix weaponry and equipment. I just need a few repairs to my ship and gun. *He then pulls out of what appears to be a railgun with four poles that form a cylidrical shape to act as a barrel. The handle is reminicent of the pistols used in the old west of the late 1800's. The body is a merge of the old pistol style with a newer sleeker gun style.* It needs some polishing and some repair on the inside. The tough part is, I handmade this gun and hardly anyone knows how an old pistol works.

Heh..I always have that nagging voice in the back of my head that says I can't do it. *He takes the seat next to the person.* Well, I need some real expert advice since I'm more of a Jack-of-all-trades person, not really extroidinary in anything, but I'm good at all the basics of guns. *Angel then takes a good inspection of his gun.* I may need to hit a gun store as well as electroincs to test my rail-gun. That is the main purpose of me asking about fixing it, I've never tested it in combat before. It's still in just an experimental stage.