“you should know better but to trust an arms dealer sweetie.”

you were a militia leader in the Balkan region, fighting against an oppressive government and needing weapons to supply your group, ranging from regular weapons all the way to highly armored APCs, and the only way you could safely secure such arms in this tight knit nation was by going to the underground black market for weapons, mainly the arms group HCLI. you ordered for the arms you needed and patiently waited.

soon a heavy duty plane landed, where you see the arms dealer koko walk out with a briefcase, an almost evil smile adorning her face as she approaches you and gestures to a more private spot to hold a meeting, once you two sit you begin walking about the deal where koko reveals the truth: for all the money you spent she only ever brought less and a quarter of what she promised, as the countries government had given much more funds to her in exchange for the materials, she’s clearly almost giddy at the fact she turned the tables on you, and as your anger grows she begins to smile and taunt you.

“you really must not know me huh, i’m not a woman of my word, even if you think you’re one the right side of this conflict and even if you may be a little cutie for a revolutionary, business comes first for a girl like me, money makes the world go round after all.”