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{{a|opcoboone|}}The Armourer is the principle munitions expert at the settlement. No one knows her name. Legend has it that she was a key protagonist in the battle for Bretton Woods, and is a dead eye sniper who could put 3 bullet swaps in a [[TARGET]]. She fits out all Opco’s bump stock GMSLAs.
{{a|opcoboone|}}The Armourer is the principle munitions expert at the settlement. No one knows her name. Legend has it that she was a key protagonist in the battle for Bretton Woods, and is a dead eye sniper who could put 3 bullet swaps in a [[TARGET]]. She fits out all Opco’s bump stock GMSLAs.
 
Hare looked the kid up and down.  His eyes were wide. He had a hunger to learn. It aggrieved him to see this undirected, crackling energy. He was working on a handheld device of some kind. The boy looked up. “Finished. I done this one.”
Hare looked the kid up and down.  His eyes were wide. He had a hunger to learn. It aggrieved him to see this undirected, crackling energy. He was working on a handheld device of some kind. The boy looked up. “Finished. I done this one.”


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Barberazza tossed over the piece. Hare inspected it. Turned it over in his hands. The workmanship was rough, but sound. Put together with a young man’s vigour. The structure was sturdy The defs were right. The cross refs dovetailed. Hare lined up the counterparts and took a sighter. Straight. Clean.  
Barberazza tossed over the piece. Hare inspected it. Turned it over in his hands. The workmanship was rough, but sound. Put together with a young man’s vigour. The structure was sturdy The defs were right. The cross refs dovetailed. Hare lined up the counterparts and took a sighter. Straight. Clean.  


“Yeah, that's not bad, but there's not a lot that could go wrong on a calc agent appointment side letter. You got a bit to learn yet, lad.”
“Yeah, that’s not bad, but there’s not a lot that could go wrong on a calc agent appointment side letter. You got a bit to learn yet, lad.”


The boy looked at him with blazing, fierce excitement. “It’s all I want, sir — to learn. Whatever you got, I’m buying.”
The boy looked at him with blazing, fierce excitement. “It’s all I want, sir — to learn. Whatever you got, I’m buying.”
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“Go on?”
“Go on?”


“That extra weight lends the piece a certain confidence, sir, but really it isn't necessary. I mean, it might be handy in a scrape close-quarters, but over a long engagement, that's going to wear you down.”
“That extra weight lends the piece a certain confidence, sir, but really it isn’t necessary. I mean, it might be handy in a scrape close-quarters, but over a long engagement, that’s going to wear you down.”


This was quite the piece of analysis. Whatever Farquhar was drilling him on in Eagle Squad was sinking in. “Very good. And what about construction?”
This was quite the piece of analysis. Whatever Farquhar was drilling him on in Eagle Squad was sinking in. “Very good. And what about construction?”


The boy deftly disassembled the piece and lined up the parts, studying then for a moment. “Finance-grade, for sure. Seems a bit over-engineered.” His hands flew urgently but carefully over the boilerplate. He ran through the standard Euro confi playbook. He must have committed it to memory. He didn't miss a beat. The boy was well-drilled, Hare had to admit.
The boy deftly disassembled the piece and lined up the parts, studying then for a moment. “Finance-grade, for sure. Seems a bit over-engineered.” His hands flew urgently but carefully over the boilerplate. He ran through the standard Euro confi playbook. He must have committed it to memory. He didn’t miss a beat. The boy was well-drilled, Hare had to admit.


“Limited scope, no affiliates, need to know. It looks good, sir. Plus points: it’s sleek, measured, nice baffle quotient in the early phases. I like the elaborate construction phase up front. Diverts a front-on attack."
“Limited scope, no affiliates, need to know. It looks good, sir. Plus points: it’s sleek, measured, nice baffle quotient in the early phases. I like the elaborate construction phase up front. Diverts a front-on attack."
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Hare gritted his teeth. “That’s excellent work, soldier. You’ve picked all all of the issues with this one. Strong analysis. I’m impressed. You are learning fast.”
Hare gritted his teeth. “That’s excellent work, soldier. You’ve picked all all of the issues with this one. Strong analysis. I’m impressed. You are learning fast.”


But the boy hasn't finished.  “Oh, look at this. There's a general indemnity. That's mad! Who the hell fits one of those onto a ''confi''?
But the boy hasn’t finished.  “Oh, look at this. There’s a general indemnity. That’s mad! Who the hell fits one of those onto a ''confi''?


Hare cleared his throat.  
Hare cleared his throat.  


The boy kept going. He flipped a catch. “What the hell ... A BOC indemnity!” He carefully set the piece down on the bench and started working at it with his red line. “That's positively dangerous.”
The boy kept going. He flipped a catch. “What the hell ... A BOC indemnity!” He carefully set the piece down on the bench and started working at it with his red line. “That’s positively dangerous.”


He made a couple of careful incisions and slowly, delicately, withdrew the offending mechanism and dropped it in a sterilised waste receptacle.
He made a couple of careful incisions and slowly, delicately, withdrew the offending mechanism and dropped it in a sterilised waste receptacle.
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Barberazza smiled back at him. “Gimme another one, sir. We got a lot to get through. The Eagle Squad needs these at the front line”
Barberazza smiled back at him. “Gimme another one, sir. We got a lot to get through. The Eagle Squad needs these at the front line”


Hare snorted. “Meh. Take your time kid. Those peashooters don't need nothing.” He thought for a moment, then brightened. “Oh, this bump-stock is off-balance. Lad, would you be a star and fetch me a weight?”
Hare snorted. “Meh. Take your time kid. Those peashooters don’t need nothing.” He thought for a moment, then brightened. “Oh, this bump-stock is off-balance. Lad, would you be a star and fetch me a weight?”


“A weight?”
“A weight?”
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“Commander Burke can show you. He runs the counter in the warranties depot.”
“Commander Burke can show you. He runs the counter in the warranties depot.”


The warranties depot was a caged area recessed and towards the back of the warehouse. As Barberazza entered he ran his hand along the rail. A patina of dust lifted. Burke was an older man with a hacking cough, but a genial bearing.
The warranties depot was a caged area recessed and towards the back of the warehouse. As Barberazza entered he ran his hand along the rail. A patina of dust lifted. Busy down here much? Barberazza got tot he counter. He pinged the bell. An older man in a yellow cap shuffled into the booth. He set down a cigarette and coughed softly. His eyes were red-rimmed but kind. He smiled, pleased of the visit.


“Hello, there, young man. How can I help you?”
“Sorry about that — I was, ah, distracted for a minute. Now, young man. How can I help you today?”


“Morning, sir.” The boy snapped out a salute. “I’m looking for a long weight. Commander Hare said you might be able to help me.”
“Morning, sir.” The boy snapped out a salute. “I’m looking for a long weight. Commander Hare said you might be able to help me.”
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“A six, please.”
“A six, please.”


“Oh, a six. That’s a long one. All right, lad. Head down to row five, column eight. I’ll be down presently.”
“Oh, a six. That’s a ''long'' one. All right, lad. Head down to row five, column eight. I’ll be down presently.”


Barberazza
Barberazza navigated the stacks. The warranties were organised by trade association. The oldest ones were nearest the door: