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"Good enough." The man sat down again.
The other two men walked back towards the warehouse, leaving Thomas alone. He pulled out his tablet and began taking notes. He had never seen so many guns in his life. The crates were filled with pistols, assault rifles, sniper rifles, and submachine guns. There were boxes and boxes of ammunition.
After finishing his report, Thomas walked back outside. His eyes widened at the sight of a huge pile of weapons near the loading dock.
***
Lilia stood by her window overlooking the ocean, her legs tucked beneath her, watching the waves roll in. As the sun went down, the water turned red.
She sighed softly and shook her head. She would not allow herself to become distracted. She closed her eyes. The last time she'd done this was after her first mission at the detective agency. After speaking with Chief Earl, she had gone home to pack her things.
