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"Yeah, I'll grab some tools, in case we need to do any field repairs to Fuago. I'll need an hour or two to get some things straightened away here, then we can head out" Brick told Chase as he walked by "Reese, can I have a word up at the shop in about 20 minutes? You'll see me heading back up there"

He proceeded on to the tavern, and began to scan the faces of the patrons. He spotted the men he was looking for and walked over.
"Mr. Dante Bullock, Mr. Victor Starr" he said in greeting "Can I sit with you?"
"Hullo Brick, pull up a chair" Starr said. The pair were merchants and handymen who had set up shop about a month ago. Theirs was one of the structures destroyed in the previous nights attacks.
"Sorry to hear about the shop" Brick said as he slid into a chair "But, I come with good news. My boss wants to make you both an offer"
"You can stop with that story" Bullock said "Everyone in town knows you're Forge"
"Well as long as the story sticks, I guess. Lasted longer than I thought. Regardless, I've got an offer. I'm looking to expand, you guys are in need, so how about coming to work for the Gun Runners?"

The next 10 minutes were spent explaining who the Gun Runners were and how they operated, as well as negotiating terms of employment for Bullock and Starr's contract. By the end of his speech, he had the two convinced.
"Well boys, glad to be in business with you both, why don't you come by the shop at noon. Like I said, I'll be gone for a week or so, and I wanna give you a quick overview of the place before I head out"
"Sounds good Forge" Bullock said, taking another drink from his mug.

He went to the bodies, neatly arranged down around the side of Angie's inn. He wanted to remember their faces, and honor their sacrifice for the town.
"Thank you all, thank you for..." he stopped as his eyes locked on a familiar face. His customer from a few days ago. George Cantwell. Brick was speechless as he saw the young would-be soldier lying dead in front of him.
[i]'No. This isn't right. I fixed your gun, I gave you a way to survive. You were supposed to survive this. Continue the Legacy! No! It's not right![/i]

Tears began to form into his eyes. He didn't notice Travis walk around the corner.
"Boss, you ok?"
He choked back his tears and spoke in an uneven voice "Where's his gun? Did he kill any?"
Travis tugged at his holster "I picked it up last night, was gonna carry it up to the shop for you"
"Did he kill any?" Brick repeated
"Mags empty, but theres no real way to know for sure"
"No! Thats not how it works! Its not right. It's not right"
An idea swam into clear view in his head.
"Listen to me Travis. Go to the raiders, and look them over, any of them tagged with roughly 9mm sized shots, you make a note of it. I'm leaving for a while, Joe's in charge, he's gonna have a job for you, send you out on a supply run. When he does, you need to bring this pistol to the Cantwell family in Elizabeth City. Do you understand me?"
Travis knew better than to question his employer's apparent madness "Yeah, absolutely boss"

Brick wiped his face and walked back to the street, he began to make his way up to the shop, nodding at Reese as he passed by.