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magicaddictThe shop is quiet, and smell slightly musty. Two men, one older, one younger, sit at a table in the back room.
"You have it?"
The older man nods.
"Right here."
"Can I see it?"
"Of course."
A small item is produced and shown, not given, to the younger man. He takes a deep breath.
"You're certain it isn't dodgy?"
The older man shakes his head.
"On Justice's honour, I made it myself. All materials were legitimately obtained, and I can provide documentary evidence if needs be."
"That won't be necessary."
The older man smiles wryly.
"Funnily enough, I get asked that a lot."
"I can imagine."
Another deep breath, and the younger man looks up once again, smiling as well now.
"Sold."
"Certainly. As offered before, I can do sale or return?"
"No. No need. Whatever happens, you have a sale."
"Very well. Will you take it now?"
"Yes."
The younger man places a purse on the table, emptying it to show the contents. The older man appears happy.
"Good. I admire your confidence."
"Yeah, I'm seeing how that feels."
"Remember, pride cometh before a fall."
Now the younger man smiles wryly, rising as he does so.
"Pride happens only after success."
The older man rises as well.
"Very true, I suppose."
They shake hands.
"Good luck, Lieutenant."
Gerrard walks out of the shop, whatever was just purchased stashed securely in his belt pouch.
Sort your shit out, stage one. Commenced.
"You have it?"
The older man nods.
"Right here."
"Can I see it?"
"Of course."
A small item is produced and shown, not given, to the younger man. He takes a deep breath.
"You're certain it isn't dodgy?"
The older man shakes his head.
"On Justice's honour, I made it myself. All materials were legitimately obtained, and I can provide documentary evidence if needs be."
"That won't be necessary."
The older man smiles wryly.
"Funnily enough, I get asked that a lot."
"I can imagine."
Another deep breath, and the younger man looks up once again, smiling as well now.
"Sold."
"Certainly. As offered before, I can do sale or return?"
"No. No need. Whatever happens, you have a sale."
"Very well. Will you take it now?"
"Yes."
The younger man places a purse on the table, emptying it to show the contents. The older man appears happy.
"Good. I admire your confidence."
"Yeah, I'm seeing how that feels."
"Remember, pride cometh before a fall."
Now the younger man smiles wryly, rising as he does so.
"Pride happens only after success."
The older man rises as well.
"Very true, I suppose."
They shake hands.
"Good luck, Lieutenant."
Gerrard walks out of the shop, whatever was just purchased stashed securely in his belt pouch.
Sort your shit out, stage one. Commenced.
