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“What sort of protection do you have around here?” Pickle asked, looking around, arms on her waist. They were down at the HPP store.
“What do you mean? Everything in here is protection.” Hector said.
She interrupted. “No, dummy. Guns. What do you have?”
“I don’t own any guns,” he said simply.
“Are you crazy? You’re a team owner and don’t own any guns? You live in the sleaziest part of town and you don’t own any guns? You have a shop and you don’t-”
“Yeah, yeah, I got your argument. Again, no, I don’t own any guns.”
“Have you ever used one?”
“Well, I went hunting once with my cousin. Does that count?”
“It would have, but I’m sure you didn’t stick with it.”
“Not really, no.”
“Okay, we need to get protection, like stat. I’d like a pistol for now.”
“What will a pist
