"I could do this for fucking years!"

War is usually an ugly thing. Lying face-down in a muddy trench with bullets whizzing over your head is the average experience of a grunt. Good thing that ain't you.

Business is also an ugly thing. Betrayal, lying, violence, scams. But it's how you make the big bucks. Especially if you mix it with war.

Getting to the point; you're an arms dealer. And it's the best gig you've landed in years.

You sit in a 20-story high penthouse, sniffing blow off hooker's assholes while your tools keep the machine churning like a meat grinder.

After scoring a multi-million deal contact with an American Defense Department contact only going by 'Biggie', you've been bypassing the strict and regulated European Trade Market to get guns to armed paramilitary contacts fighting in the remains of Russia.