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*The three men arrive at the armoury deep beneath the Vatican, where they are greated by a very bored looking clerk.*
Clerk: Yeah? What can I do for you boys.
Edward: Personnal weapons. I'll take my Saxon Spatha sword, my Scramasax knife and a pair of Berretta 9mm Pistols, with silencer and shoulder holsters.
What do you two want?
Fly Fast,
Shoot Straight,
Live Long!
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