““You were able to get what I’d requested?” Harry asked, turning to lead the way into the kitchen. Flaharty nodded, setting his own bag down on the table with a dull thud and unzipping it to withdraw an AK-103 assault rifle, its polymer stock folded against the receiver. “Nearly. Four rifles, though I was only able to acquire two of these like you’d asked.” “And the other two?” “Wooden-stocked AKMs,” the former PIRA man replied, gesturing toward the bag Harry was holding. “Good enough,” he said, opening the bag and pulling out one of the rifles. The AKM was a far older design, but they’d still be able to share ammunition and magazines. Russians were nothing if not efficient””
