Circe really shouldn't have mentioned what she'd done to the SKS Carbines she'd bought. Whilst the budget stealth sniper gun was fine, they didn't care save to point out she could've gotten it legally with greater ease for all but the silencer.


The problem was the extended mag she'd come up with. Oh sure, it didn't help with the stripper clips still having a ten count and lacking the ping. What? With a stripper clip the ping was the most important, dopamine inducing factor. But it gave Leon and those who outrank her ideas. And then they saw the SKS-D. The idea was set to sell adaptors to 3rd world armies that were still using older SKS models. Something that would take a while to get setup, right?


Wrong.


Quiet within the Freehold led to loud with her job instead. She'd no excuse to not work. Work alone of course, it sped up her work on the process. Oh sure, one of the few other gearheads amongst the gun runners was going with a 3D-printer for some of the parts. But Circe was sure she'd be faster.


Initially, she was not. At least until their machine broke. That cut into their production time, allowing even the lesser gunsmiths to match the technophile's pace. At least until those lessers decided teamwork would be a better idea.


Whilst the screams for and against the technological method were amusing, Circe was only interested in the technophile. His rage at the machine failing and being shown up by the "bourgeoise" was palatable. Even if she was sure he was using the wrong term. Artisan sounds better. But still, free rage!


6 successes



That'd not help with the work but still useful. Unlike the mundies, Circe had a solution for chapped and bleeding fingers from all the metal work and hot surfaces. Goblin Fruit.


The gun runners did manage to get the production amount of 200 in the 3 days. Circe did almost half of it, demanded a prize. If they ever found a drum mag and heat shrouds for her AK, she made all aware that she wanted dibs. Something that concerned the rest, but Circe had a good argument.


"Look, the Cubans or whoever we're supplying with these can't get much and certainly we ain't selling the drum to them. Also! Have ya heard of me being caught shooting anyone? No? There ya go!"