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Shayla Fagan
She had not reacted when she saw the German had a gun, and seeing as how one of the owner's men seemed to have it under control she simply made herself scarce. Ordering a small cheap meal she found a small corner table and at alone on silence.

"By all means." Gerulf picks up the gun and hands it to Seamus. "Zat is, as I said, ze PPD-40. Das ist a Russin maschinenpistole. It comes vit eisser a 25 round box magazine or a 71 round drum. I haff both, but I haff a limited number of ze drums. It fires 7.62mm Russin ammunition. Not ze easiest to get... It ist fery similar to ze MP28. I only haff 15 of zem unt zey are, sorry to say, expensive..." Gerulf takes a puff on his pipe. "Zey are also complicated. I would suggest ze Thompson or an MP18 or 28 over zat. To be honest, I haff zem because I had a buyer change his mind."

Brian finished the modification on the weapons. He placed the guns on the wall. He left the basement. He didn't see Seamus. He shrugged and looked around the club. He noticed Shayla alone. He walked over to her. "Care for some company?"

Roxy finished getting ready and went out towards the bar to prepare for her first number. She began to sing and noticed some regulars at the bar including O'Sullivan but then it appeared that a German was there. She couldn't be sure but she knew one when she saw them. Since cultures were still strong with immigration it was easy to tell what someone was by their language, accent when they spoke English, their dress, the food they ate, even their smell. She watched him carefully as she continued to perform. She was always careful when a German, Spaniard, or a Italian came in the bar. When any of those came in it meant something was about to go down.

((The last two posts are a little behind, gerulf is outside with seamus))
Seamus handed the gun back to gerulf and extended a hand, "it was a pleasure looking at your wares and talk some business." It was rare to find a German that he could have a decent conversation with and not kill in the end, if seamus had to guess he was running from something. If nothing else he was an interesting character and seamus looked forward to their future dealings. "I might be around the docks later and if not I will certainly stop by tomorrow, ill have my associate find the perfect space for you; and if I can get a chance to talk to the boss ill have a better idea of what we may need from you." It had been a good encounter, but he had work to get back to.

"Nay sir its just around the corner, thanks for the offer though," he gave a loose salute and headed back to the bar. One day he was going to have to see about getting a car like that, as he entered the bar he noticed nothing had really changed in his absence. He figured it would be about time to meet up with the other two for their assignment, he saw them tied up so he went back to his booth to wait. He waved for another whiskey and lit a cigarette, it was shaping up to be a good day.

[quote="Ghost]Shayla Fagan
Shayla looked up at the young Turk, and sighed. "If you have nothing better to do feel free to have a seat, but if you are looking for a roll in the hay I suggest you try your charms on the waitresses and entertainment of the club." Came an acidic reply that was more sharp then she meant. Her lack of progress had made her angry and she tended to strike out at anything that got within range because of it. She had chosen to stay behind when her family left for Boston, to find justice so far it was as elusive as the questing beast of Arther's legend. The only reason she even came here was to hope to hear about mob activity and perhaps what linked it to her family. To stay fed and in her rat hole of a room she had even become a cat burglar, which was an extremely well guarded secret of hers.
*remember people no breaking the fourth wall. If your character has not meat another character they should not know secrets about them. Or act like they know them. Also remember to read other peoples posts carefully before posting yourself.*

Shayla Fagan
"Yes, thats me. Why you have a suit jacket you need altered to hide the bulge of gun holster?" She asked him with a weary eye. This was unusual she had only ever dealt with this place's owner she was not sure what one of his soldiers would want with her.