"Right, my office isn't far. You can follow me, and Ashley knows where it is anyway." Tomoko rose, paying the bill and leaving her now empty cup.<strong>"Aww, we're moving again?" </strong>Kanae whined, hurrying to finish her tea in one sip and rising herself.<br/><br/>Tomoko and Ashley led the girls over to a warehouse behind a lively nightclub. When she led them inside, all Lafiel could see where crates covered in tarps. One badly covered crate seemed to be filled with whiskey bottles. Tomoko looked back at the technomancer, smirking. "The club owner and I have an agreement. He can use this warehouse for storage." And she left it at that, leading the women to a corner, where she pushed a crate over to reveal a trapdoor. Pulling the door open, she led them down some stairs toward the floor below.<br/><br/>The four women found themselves in an ample basement, well lit by several fluorescent lights above, with several crates filling the room as well, but these ones were probably not filled with alcohol. Several tables and some of the crates had firearms or armor sitting atop, showcasing samples for any customers brought to browse. Workers milled about talking on the commlinks, or carrying crates across the room. There looked to be some workbenches in the corner used for actual manufacturing. "So then!" The blonde weapons fence turned to the elf, grinning. "I think we can meet your demands. I have both the guns you want, and while I don't have all the parts, I should be able to acquire them. So I guess the only thing you need to decide is, Colt or SCK?"