After the tests were finished, Con's results were in P's office.
Con: *looks at glass dog* Out of all the things that were in your blown up office, and that thing survives.
P: It's a puppy!!! Anyway your results came through, and tu passed.
S: Good work Con, but tu had a perfect chance to not work here. Why did tu throw it away?
Con: To save your ass.
P: Wunderbar. Now S, mostrar him what tu have for him.
S: Oh yes. All this stuff is all you'll need really. First your gun. A specially modified Nambu pistol.
Con: What so modified about it?
S: It has 10 bullets per mag, and we got it coded to...
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