Freedom Arms, Friday

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Alec signed for a shipment of heavy weapons early in the morning, and spent the rest of the morning wondering if these guns should even be displayed. They used focused radiation to create a destructive beam and were apparently based on alien technology. They were also, it was worth noting, about half Alec's height, width-wise.

Eventually he decided to do what he often did with the incredibly destructive stuff they sometimes had delivered, and dumped the boxes in a storage closet off the side of the meditation room. Mr. Swanson could decide what to do with them.