Lafiel nodded, waited for the entire group to assemble themselves, and then followed Tomoko out of the cafe.  The establishment wasn't all that far from a nightclub - and while Puyallup had its fair share, the streets were unfriendly enough that Lafiel was a bit worried about the trip.  If this had been downtown Seattle, where clubs and cafes were their own little dominion, and none of those far from a Lone Star station, it would have been one thing.  It would've even been less worrisome in her own neighborhood or Tarislar, where Knight Errant was on patrol, and the little corner of the place that had places like this wasn't so sprawling.  Soon enough, they arrived at a non descript warehouse.  Go figure.<br/><br/>Of course she had an agreement with the club owner.  That was generally the way things worked in their secret underworld - arrangements between strangers for mutual benefit.  She did wonder if the club owner got anything<em>else</em>out of it beside the possible storage space.  Following Tomoko down the trapdoor, she could already tell they were going into a basement.  Arriving in the main area, she noted the few extra workers.  Probably amateurs that couldn't - or wouldn't - get a job doing work for places like Ares Arms or custom jobs for Knights or Stars.<br/><br/>Then came the question - Tomoko said she had both guns, some of the parts she needed, and the rest she could get.  Therefore, her job could start right away.  But now...did Lafiel take the Cobra, or the Model 100?  She had done research on the weapons.  The Colt would get her a few extra rounds per magazine, but the SCK would be easier to wield in one hand, if she needed to.  Plus, the Japanacorp-produced weapon was considered highly reliable: so much so that the Renraku Red Samurai used it as their mainstay.  But it would cost just a little bit more.  "I might have your answer for you right now, if you can answer one of mine.  Do you carry ammunition?"