Bonus XP may be rewarded for elaborating more on the actual day off which everyone (including Jamelia) enjoyed, which I was going to do but we're at 4700 words here and I just took a final exam.
As far as black markets went, Jamelia thought that she'd been in worse. The sun wasn't boiling them, sand wasn't blowing everywhere, and the place didn't stink of camels. Keeping an eye on her compatriots, she idly browsed around. Rose had arrived from Los Angeles fresh with a shopping list from Donald, who apparently had certain ideas of things that would be cheaper to acquire directly from Russian black markets and Rose was all too happy to help with that, dragging Henriette to and fro. Serafina had managed to bustle Jamelia out with them to occupy her time before she would be sent to LA herself to keep her appointment with Donald.
Passing by one of the ubiquitous gun stalls, she was about to put it out of her mind when she saw something that almost made her double-take. "What exactly is that supposed to be?" she inquired.
The grizzled vendor snorted. "That is why gunsmiths shouldn't build while drunk, drink more, then keep building."
Jamelia motions towards it. "May I?" After he nods, she takes down an unwieldly crime against good sense and starts looking it over. "So, what's its story?"
"Well, he first started with Kord heavy machine gun. He must have been reading too much American propaganda because he decided to make it like a sniper rifle. Accurized barrel, fancy scope, okay no problem. Little indulgent but still usable gun."
Looking down at the utter mess in her hands, Jamelia remarked, "He didn't stop there."
The merchant shakes his head. "Nyet. Well, he thought, okay, gun can kill everything in front of it, but what about around corner? So he cuts apart and mounts a fucking CornerShot kit underneath it with a GSh-18."
Working the hinge, she can see that it does technically work, although questions about usefulness should be left aside. "And once he did that, he figured why not more?"
"Da. He now thinks but what about targets around corners far away? Fucking side mount a GP-34 grenade launcher! Well, all ranges and corners covered, but movement? What will you do about doors? Fucking mount shotgun to other side for breaching!"
Jamelia waits a beat. "...so why do you have this?"
The merchant only sighs. "Well, he is a fucking idiot, but he's still my brother."
The veteran agent prepares to put the charitably labeled weapon back onto the display rack. You'd have to be insane to try to actually use this and you'd have to be magically insane to actually get any use out of it.
...
...did she send that thank you gift yet she'd been meaning to after Hong Kong?
"So, with that said, how much are you selling this conversation piece for?"
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A cheerful woman skipped down the road, grocery bag of fresh detergent (and one tub of ice cream) in one hand, freshly bloodied crowbar in one hand. She pulled up slightly short of her apartment, seeing an incongruously large shipping crate in front of the door. Circling it warily, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she carefully removed the note attached to the front.
"Stephanie,
Thanks for your help.
All the best,
Jane"
One forceful application of handy crowbar later, feminine squeals of joy could be heard around the neighborhood. The wise ones kept their heads down for the next few days.