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and I still pretty much have shit for gear. No offense… but your entire army pretty much has shit for gear.”
    “What can we do about that? I don’t know where the Dragon hides his gear.”
    Aim grinned and handed Murmur a scroll.
    “I found this in that massive treasure heap Leviathan kept under his throne. It’s a list of weapons he wanted but didn’t have the power to acquire. Think about it. This is the department of jealousy. Leviathan will have had this list looked over hundreds of times. These are the valuable shit he couldn’t get. We have a chance to go get them.”
    Murmur finally took an interest in Aim’s ramblings.
    “Alright then, what should we go after first?”
    “Probably the weapon at the bottom of the list. That weapon will be the least protected.”
    Murmur scanned the list and then arrived at the bottom. Murmur grinned when he saw what it was.
    “White Death, the legendary sniper rifle. How convenient for you, Aim. Any idea who I should give it to if we get it?”
    “Obviously the best sniper in the army. Last I checked… that would be…”
    “You?”
    “We don’t have to go after White Death first. Let’s pick a weapon from the list at random.”
    Aim grabbed the scroll from Murmur and placed it on the ground. He closed his eyes and pointed at the bottom of the list.
    “Well… it looks like I’ve randomly selected the White Death sniper rifle. Looks like that should be our first acquisition.”
    “I’m not agreeing to that yet. Have you scouted out the location on the scroll?”
    “Yup. The scroll said at any given time the Dragon had 5,000 demons guarding it. We might have been able to take it but with severely heavy losses. I scouted the area with my sniper team. Less than 500 demons. They all carry guns. I’m sensing a theme.”
    “Do they have armor?”
    “Generally no.”
    “So we’re literally just killing them to get their guns and a sniper rifle you want? Aim this is the definition of being a selfish asshole.”
    “Well I could point out how hypocritical that sounds coming from you, with your Dragonscale shield and the ever-bleeding armor of Cain, but I imagine you’d kill me. Come on, boss. We need to get this army better equipped. I can pass my rifle down to one of the other snipers and then teach a group of demons how to shoot with the guns we take from the corpses of the cowboy demons.”
    “Cowboy demons?”
    “That’s kind of what the demons guarding White Death looked like. Cowboy demons.”
    “And we can pull this off without Nightmare and Astaroth figuring out that we took one of the Dragon’s weapons? Explain that part to me.”
    Aim was silent for several seconds.
    “I hadn’t thought of that. Um… we make sure no one is watching us and leave no survivors?”
    “You pointed out that Nightmare fused the berserker staff with his scythe. What if Nightmare goes after White Death and finds no weapon and nothing guarding where it’s supposed to be?”
    Aim was silent for several seconds.
    “Murmur… I really, really want this sniper rifle. I want to break the record for most confirmed kills in a major war in Hell. This thing…”
    Aim held up his sniper rifle.
    “…is a piece of shit. I always have to aim three feet to the left. The bullets don’t always put down my target so I consistently have to double tap with head shots. It’s ridiculous and frustrating.”
    “Maybe you’re aim is just three feet off.”
    “Fine! You want to joke around and be a jerk when I’m trying to strengthen our army then I won’t help you anymore!”
    Aim stomped towards the door and then stopped. He waited there for nearly a full minute before turning around.
    “You were supposed to stop me.”
    “From throwing a tantrum? I’d rather just let you stomp out of the room.”
    “Please. I need this sniper rifle. It will pay off for you. I promise.”
    “ If I agree to get it for you, I want it to pay off immediately.”
    “It will. I’ll train the demons