Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150723074508

As he glanced over the map "Well, here's a first. It's not too far out of the way, just three blocks away. I see we've both had our share of seedy places. One of my friends used to work at a place called Sheriff Sam's Pizza Ranch when he was a teenager. Say, you got a briefcase or something we could stuff this in for the trip" gesturing to his armor " and where are we going? I hope they know how to do spicy."

While Fritz placed his tactical suit into a spare dog crate, "Well, I guess if I see Flagg's weapons being dolled up with wooden furniture and filigrees, I'll have a pretty good idea of who's the buyer...Actually, that'd make a nice new product line. If I had a dollar for every tacticool mall-ninja operator that showed up at a Flagg tech convention..."

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"Now the question is, are they as honorable as you and how often is their stock stolen or tampered with? I've heard quite a few nightmare stories about Flagg shipments being lifted at the docks or customs by dirty workers." Half in-jest and half serious. Zephrion was all too aware of how flaky the legal and official ogranizations could be and by this point was seriously considering having someone like the De La Croix manage product distribution.