"Another Magnum? How original." The clerk on the desk let out a disinterested sigh. When the Fallen corporation decided to pay for people's first incursion there was an increase in work in the agency which became a burden to the already overworked government employees. That might have explained the clerk's sour mood, but not her words when she was registering Uriel.
"What do you mean another Magnum?"
"Hah, you can play dumb if you like, but you're the seventh Magnum we register this week." She glared at him and then continued filling up the papers.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I chose that name because of this." Urie showed his empty hand, then the next second a magnum revolver appeared.
"I see, then I'm sorry... I'm just tired, that's all."
