<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">Omar Berev leaned against the wall of the warehouse, counting the AK-47s as his handful of men wrapped them and loaded them into duffel bags.  This was going to be a routine sale- just 5 AKs- nothing too serious or expensive.  But even for an order this small, Omar insisted on overseeing the packing himself, micromanaging every step of the process himself.  This was why he was known as a good arms dealer in Liberty, and why he commanded a lot of respect within the Petrovic family.  He never messed up an order.  He made sure every gun he sold was packaged with a decent amount of ammunition.  For more complicated gun purchases, Omar often met with the buyers beforehand to help them pick out what weapons they wanted, and even instructed the buyers on their use.<br/>
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Today was nothing that fancy, however.  Today he was simply delivering two duffels- one of guns, and one of ammo, to the Angels of Death boys.  Omar dealt with them on and off, and lately they had been coming to him more and more for sidearms.  This was the first time they placed an order for assault rifles though.  Omar knew that the Angels were having some problems across town with the other biker gang edging in on their turf, or something like that.  It didn't really concern him.  He knew that this order was a test run by the Angels.  If it went well he knew they would want more AKs.  So all Omar was concerned with was making sure the order went well, collecting his money, and making sure his buyers were happy.<br/>
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"Boss, the delivery is ready."  One of Omar's men told him in Russian.  Nodding, he got in the passenger seat of the unassuming sedan with that man.  The rest of the men stayed in the warehouse as the metal door lifted, and the car drove out to go meet the buyers.</span></b>