acandycollector:
”If you can get me a hundred’n fifty guns by the end of the week, good on you, but I’ll believe it when I see it.”
He didn’t know why his client had felt the need to place his order through a third party, but when work was scarce as it was, given the current political scene, you didn’t ask too many questions; you took what you could get. If that meant purchasing a ridiculous number of firearms for somebody whom he didn’t even know, from somebody whom he was only loosely acquainted with, then he would do it. After all, what choice did he have? His business was going under rapidly, and he wasn’t going to get a second shot — that just didn’t happen in Rapture. Once you were done, you were done: Fontaine had been proof enough of that.
”Just make the weapons and I’ll get you the money when I see them at my door.”
The detective was stopped just as he went to exit the shop. Lin wouldn't be walked over like this, he didn't care what he was being dragged into the question was how. He was not a difficult man to sway. He'd supplied weapons to the most controversial of figures in Rapture but that was his job — supplying weapons. Lin coughed lightly, but made it clear this negotiation wasn't over. "Look, mister, I don't care who these are going to, or why, or who's going to be shot later. Its not my job to know or even care." "But this is a proper business, I'll have you know, and I won't tolerate being treated as some rug you can walk over just to buy one hundred and fifty carbines, that clear?" He leaned back against the counter. "You don't have to pay till you see them, no worries, just don't treat this as a negotiation where you have the upper hand."











