Circe sometimes travelled for work. Whilst there was money to be made in America's streets, exporting was useful. High supply taken to a place of low yet with high demand was basic economics. Some of the more organized criminal groups wanted hot weapons disposed of professionally. Sure, the competent mobs demanded a cut, but that didn't mean the gun runners didn't profit.


And there was so much violence in America's tropical neighbors, making a convenient location for hot resales. A quick way to make a buck. Thus, Circe found she had to visit some Carribean island nation for business. A foot locker of fishing supplies with a little Glamour before and after made it really easy. No feds, of either nation, could catch Circe for smuggling in American carbines through the Glamour. And they were, almost always, still there when Circe arrived if the trip was less than a couple of days.


This trip was one such success. Sales went well and she even got some time on a nice little beach. Did some fishing to put proof to her tackle box, mostly tanning on a beach. Except her tanning got interrupted by a poorly armed group approaching her.


Trouble for her? Some kind of posse?


The posse of farmers noted Circe is known for her work, a Yanqui, and ask if she is good shot for unclear reasons. Poor translation skills between Spanish and Italian was why Circe had a smartphone. She got something about a dangerous rabid genitals? No, some animal. Not a criminal hunting posse hunting Circe.


But farmers looking for a good shot for some sick mundy animal. Made sense, probably limited ammo.


It turned out to be a problem with male chickens, cockerels. Normally such things fight 1:1 for dominance, but a dozen had started to attack everything like pack predators. Circe got bloodied in this fight to her shock. It got very easy for Circe after she got back one of her guns from a now dead customer who had gotten killed by crazed chickens.


Chickens?!


She did have to hand over the looted weapons to the locals before leaving. A shame Circe felt. Turns out M-14 is a lot more fun than the AK. Circe wasn't telling anybody about this. Too weird.

Hopefully she could suppress it if anyone Dream Walked with her.


ooc: not an original idea. Videogames have a flair for the absurd, LOL, props if U know the game