I placed the boxes on the front seat and headed back home, but stopped at a gas station where a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in a short skirt was filling up her car at the next pump.
She glanced at the two boxes of ammo, bent over and leaned in my passenger window, and said in a sexy voice, "I'm a big believer in barter, old fella. Would you be interested in trading sex for ammo?"
"What kind of ammo 'ya got?"
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The photos aren't coming through for some reason.
Fixed!
She's got a couple of bombs and a compression weapon from what I can see.
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