The men are next to Campbell before he even sees them. Three of them, dressed in forest cammo patterns, all hefting assault rifles. Their faces were covered with balaclavas. "You Campbell?," one of them asked gruffly. Without waiting for an answer, Campbell is expertly frisked for weapons. His wallet is opened and the ID checked against his face. "It's him," another one said.
Campbell is quickly blindfolded and led off. He is driven about for a few minutes (a bumpy road, up a hill, and probably over a bridge). The car stops, he is let out, and the blindfold removed. There is a cargo truck there, and several more men. Another one, quite large, with a Russian accent steps forward. He opens the back of the truck.
He pulls out an assault rifle. "One hundred assault rifles, two full clips each, 1500 ducats per." Next, a missle of some sort. "Ten rocket propelled grenade launchers, ten grenades with each, 25000 per." Another missile. "Stinger-style anti-aircraft missile, four of them, 100,000 ducats each." Some gray, putty-like material. "100 kilos of RDX military grade explosive, 100,000 ducats for the lot, extra 100,000 for delivery."
He closed the back of the truck. "All the money up front when we deliver. You name the place of delivery, and we'll have it there in one day. Total cost to you, flat one million ducats, including delivery and drop-off."
One of the other men had stepped up behind Campbell, his assault rifle casually pointing toward the music teacher's back. "It's a good deal, man. Stuff's already in country; no worries about that. You start a pretty good war with this."
- Voshkod as demi-mod doing his post for the day