Ouroboros Organization.

“I’m mainly interested in any historic weapons you might have in stock, particularly from the first half of the 20th century. I collect them, you see.”

“We have quite a few weapons from The Second World War if that’s what you meant. Panzers, Shermans, Thompson SMG’s, if you can name it...We have it!”

“Ready for action.”

     “The night is dark and full of terrors.                          Some worse than others.”

“Good evening, I’m Oskar Rudiger, head of Rudiger arms. Do you require any weaponry or soldiers?”

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“Everything and anything. We specialize however in Bio-Organic weaponry. Vampires, Werewolves, Ghouls, and Zombies are our more requested product.”

“Well that’s even better. So, how about that appointment?”

“Depends on how much you are willing to spend.” Oskar leaned in close, his toothy smile showing. 

     “Ja, das könnte man so sagen.” Dietrich ponders the other, looking uninterested. “Why, does my work interest you?”

Oskar was taken aback for a moment at hearing his native tongue being spoken. But he quickly shook his head. No one could know who he was. Not yet. “You could say that. I’m a bit of an architect myself, creating weapons and selling them to the highest bidder.”

“But alright. When’s the earliest available appointment you have?”

“Sir? This is an organization for those seeking weaponry or soldiers. Not coats.”