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I laugh "Whaton?"

"You ca to the back room where Merc disappeared "Hunters make deals And since you’re out here and not back there, you’re not uy is"

"What makes you think we’re hunters?" I have no cae vest on me?" I flapand points her finger to les "You know," she whispers, "the hunters"

I raise my eyebrows at her

She raises hers back "Your friend is buying guns frouys do" And then she takes her attention back to the box and reeous Snubby CQC and presents it to me on her flattened palm

I take it froht, then flip it open and inspect the blade "Yeah, this is nice Howout the ith a sive you that for two-seventy-five"

I raise an eyebrow at her "Tenty-five is more like it"

She smiles "Two-fifty"

"Two-forty"

"Deal" She sticks her hand out and for a moment I just stare at it "Shake, doofus That’s how you seal the deal"

I look at her again, then her hand "This knife is only worth tenty-five, the rest is a tip for entertaining me"

Her hand remains outstretched "Shake"

I shake and she flashes her braces at rab the cash and hand it to her

She shoves the bills in her pocket and takes the knife and places it back in the box "Gift wrap?"

"Nah, Ijob on Christmas Eve Must be someone important"

What the fk? Who lets their twelve-year-old daughter in on their secret arirlfriend for Christ else while you’re here?"

"I don’t have a girlfriend"

"Yeah," she says with a sigh "You guys never have girlfriends I used to think your work looked exciting, but then I figured out you had no lives No offense," she says with a shrug