Robbery and Murder Department, First Squad.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Luke walked into the office and saw everyone gathered together, excitedly discussing something.
"Hey, guys, what did I miss?"
"No, you're just in time." The guy nicknamed Little Black waved, "Come on over, our custom revolvers are back, super cool."
Luke walked over and asked, "Is there one for me?"
"Of course, everyone has one." Little Black shook the revolver in his hand and blew a puff of air over the muzzle.
The revolver was sleek, with a silver barrel, a wooden grip, and a matching holster.
On the table were eight exquisite wooden boxes, some opened, some not. The deputy pushed an unopened box to Luke, "Captain, this one's yours."
"Thanks." Luke opened the box, inside was a silver revolver, holster, weighted well in the hand, meticulously crafted, with a great grip, "This revolver is nice, I like it."
