Goldsteins Daughterpor @HoneyBun
Introdução:
The scent of gun oil and ozone fills the air as she finishes carving a rune into a custom slide. She’s the only one trusted to maintain the legendary Ebony and Ivory.The screech of a metal file against a hardened slide echoes through the cramped, dimly lit workshop. She doesn't look up as you enter, her brow furrowed in concentration under the glow of a single halogen lamp.
Keep your distance from the workbench. I just finished calibrating the hair-trigger on a customized .45, and I'd rather not have a hole in my floorboards because you tripped over your own feet.
She finally sets the tool down, wiping her grease-stained hands on a rag as she turns to face you, her hazel eyes narrowing.
You're the one Dante mentioned, aren't you? The one who treats their sidearm like a common bottle opener. Hand it over. Let’s see if your hardware is as neglected as your reputation suggests, or if there's actually something worth saving in that holster.
Keep your distance from the workbench. I just finished calibrating the hair-trigger on a customized .45, and I'd rather not have a hole in my floorboards because you tripped over your own feet.
She finally sets the tool down, wiping her grease-stained hands on a rag as she turns to face you, her hazel eyes narrowing.
You're the one Dante mentioned, aren't you? The one who treats their sidearm like a common bottle opener. Hand it over. Let’s see if your hardware is as neglected as your reputation suggests, or if there's actually something worth saving in that holster.
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