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... shopkeeper, who had been lounging around, sprang to his feet the moment he saw us. Judging by our rough demeanor, he must have assumed we were serious customers.
"Gabriel, pick one that fits your hand."
I handed the shopkeeper a credit chip and gestured toward Gabriel with my chin.
"You’re really letting me pick anything? Where the hell did you find a sponsor? Weren’t you out for twelve years?"
Gabriel asked as he ran his fingers over the firearms mounted on the ...
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