Owner	Pose
Cole Cash	It is a slow day at the Powder Keg. Just like most days. The shop sells weapons legally, so it is a pretty useless place in Gotham, where you can buy illegal automatic weapons in most grocery stores. That is only a slight exaggeration. Actually most of the business of the shop is done through Internet. And mostly the Dark Web. Cole sells highly customized weapons to collectors all over the world and to government assassins and mercenaries he likes. They pay a lot. But the shop? Well, River usually deals with the rare Gothamites that want to make a legal purchase, but sometimes Cole sits behind the counter, like today. He is reading a newspaper. On a tablet. Sometimes he misses the paper ones.
Qira Quest	Today's going to be a weird day. Qira doesn't often make the trek back into Gotham these days, but occasionally she drops in so she can do whatever cleanup or maintenance is needed on her hideout on the outskirts. On those days, she has a tendency to ghost around the city, occasionally picking up something here or there that she might need. Today, however, she's curious about the gun shop. It doesn't see much business, of course, because only honest citizens buy guns honestly here, and there's few enough of those in Gotham City. Yet it still manages to stay open, which draws her curiosity. Stepping inside the store, Qira glances around curiously but quietly. Per usual, when in Gotham she dresses in a manner that will allow her to go largely unnoticed. A dingy, oversized hoodie, equally dingy skinny jeans, sneakers that are probably a size or two too big, but that she can shuffle around in just fine. Like any other disaffected youth of Gotham. "Do you sell specialized ammunition? Or have a range available?"
Cole Cash	Cole keeps an eye in the camera, so he was aware of Qira, just playing it cool. Kids sometimes come in to look around. Or to steal something. The first are fine, the second are never heard abou... well, they are, but they never return. Rarely, they come to ask him something. The blonde man glances at the girl, does a double take at the white hair. Because reasons. Then decides it must be a fashion statement or something. "You mean tracers, or you are one of those who want silver bullets for werewolf hunting?" The second is part sounded like a joke. And it was. But he has those, too. They sell really well.
Qira Quest	Qira sends him a droll look, "I would be looking for white phosporous shotgun shells, 7.62mm with both vibranium and adamantium casings, and 45ACP cartridges with hollowtip capable of holding either liquid or gas." She stares at him with those strange, inhuman yellow-green eyes. "And you never answered my question of if you have a range." Because apparently that's important. Looking around the shop, she offers, "You carry good stock, and your website suggests you do custom work, but I was curious if that extended to ammunition as well as firearms."
Cole Cash	"You would, uh?" Cole shakes his head. "I don't deal with adamantium or vibranium or carbonadium. Way too expensive, not to mention illegal," he gives Qira a second glance and sighs. "Incendiaries are available if for shotguns, of course," only shotguns, which is weird, but he can't blame Gotham for that. Just that gun laws are odd. "I have those, but I am going to need to see a permit. As for the hollowpoints, it is true they are in the website. But I can't sell them to you here. Send an email request with an address outside New Jersey. This state is the only one in the US they are illegal. Go fig." He nods to an unmarked door at the side. "I have a firing range. And I do custom work for ammo sometimes. But it is usually not worth my time."
Qira Quest	"I didn't think legalties were a big concern for someone in your line of work." Qira cants her head at him, then shrugs, "I can get them somewhere else, I suppose." She lifts a brow at him and chuckles, "I don't live in New Jersey, and I think we both know I don't have any permits. My line of work doesn't lend towarsd traceable gear." Shrugging again, she glances sidelong towards the door he nods at, then back to him, "Do I need to show a permit to use the range?"
Cole Cash	"But I am just a gunsmith," Cole replies, failing to look innocent at all. "And this is my shop, which miraculously has not been blown up yet despite being in Gotham. Or raided by the feds, which would be embarrassing." Doubly so now he carries a SHIELD badge. "You can get your permits where everyone in Gotham gets them," and he doesn't mean the City Hall. "And then I will sell you whatever. The range is only for registered associates, although I might make exceptions for interesting people. So, who are you? Obviously you know who I am, and not many in Gotham do."
Qira Quest	"Uh huh.. and I'm just a completely normal kid." Qira retorts, arms folding across the front of her body. She glances around the shop, then back to him, "Not terribly surprising. The guns you have here are all registered and have a paper trail. Nobody's going to bother with your store because nothing here is useful to the people that would want to raid it. Feds included." "Mm. I don't work in Gotham. And the 'specialty' vendors here don't really like me when I did. I had a tendency to beat them up and take their stuff." His question has her shrugging, "I'm nobody. And I do mean that literally. I don't legally exist to any country, nation, or government. I'm a ghost."
Cole Cash	"Ah, but sometimes people that don't officially exist have a lot of paper trail," comments Cole with a wan smile. "Just it is all in places like the Triskelion or the Bat-Mansion. C'mon, give me a name so I don't have to call you 'kid'. I promise I won't ask around about you, much." No one is going to bother him? Uh huh. Maybe not the Penguin, but Cole has plenty of enemies. The shop is doomed, there is a pool going, but he has half a dozen emergency exits. "Well, did you expect an illegal gun shop here? Sorry to disappoint. Although not too sorry. I do most of my sells through the nets. All legit, under most standards."
Qira Quest	"Qira." It was the only name she was ever given and it's the one she continues to use, if just out of habit. "I operate freelance these days and I don't tend to give names... but ask around about the short girl with white hair and weird eyes and I'm sure you'll get some hits." She lifts a brow at him, "I expected a mercenary with your reputation to have more flexibility in his business. But hey, like I said, I have other sources I can tap, they're just a little further afield. You happened to be here when I was here."
Cole Cash	"Fair enough," replies Cole, leaning back. "And yeah, I am playing nice nowadays. Totally white hat, new me." He offers a crooked smile to Qira, "you punched all the vendors and now they won't give you the time of the day, uh? Well, Gotham is the best place to get hardware in the East Coast. But I know some guys in New Orleans that are pretty good, and less prone to backstab."
Qira Quest	She lifts a shrug, "I tried to play nice, it didn't work out." Qira just looks at him and states flatly, "Yeah, because you're supposed to beat up the 'bad men' when you're playing nice. Amazing how little that works out in the end." Shaking her head, she murmurs, "New Orleans can't get the vibranium or adamantium either. I'll have to go to Asia for that." Looking back to Cole, she shrugs, "Thanks anyways, though. If that white hat gets boring... I'm sure you'll know where to look."
Cole Cash	"Yeah, maybe Madripoor, at least for the adamantium," offers the blond man. Still very expensive, and 'Qira' doesn't ring a bell among the very wealthy mercenaries that could afford those. She looks way too young, too. "Boring? No, it doesn't get boring," he adds, "it is actually business as usual, but I sleep better. Really would recommend trying it out at some point."
Qira Quest	"I did. Got me nowhere." Qira shakes her head and turns towards the door, pulling the hood up on the hoodie again to hide that bright white hair, "White hat only works if you have a REASON to be one. I don't. I'm in this for the money and the challenge." She shrugs and pulls the door open, "Good luck with your shop." Then she's off and out into the world to get the Hell out of Gotham again before she runs into anyone that DOES know her.