It's not just a gun, but a practiced eye can see that it's a really nice gun. "A Mateba M2008," Togusa comments. "Manufactured in Japan, and this thing's got some custom kicks to it. Something about the configuration eases the double-action, loads the next round faster. Pretty dependable gun from what I read online." For a second, his voice has a little bit of awe in it.
Togusa pauses and his frown is right back in place, like he's forgotten himself for a minute there. "I got sent that. With zero paperwork. And it's completely wiped clean of prints, and the serial number doesn't come up on the domestic registry." Togusa pulls a file folder out from behind where the case had been sitting. "Japanese make, so I put in an inquiry with the international registry, but that could take weeks to come back."
Togusa drops the file folder containing his paper trail of fucking nothing onto the bench. "Point being that Retrospec just handed me a probably illegal gun using a very illegal method and I have no idea what to do about it." So that's where he's sitting, and why he's coming to Fynn.
Fynn's eyes widen a little as he stares at this gun with such reverence. "Manfactured in Japan? I thought this particular series were Italian. The Mateba Autorevolver is the brain child of one Emilio Ghisoni during the late 1990s." Fynn mutters as he tries to get a better look at this revolver. "I'll be honest with you, it's hard pressed to find a gun like this in the States." He turns to Togusa for a moment.
"If you wasn't a cop, you would be deep shit right now. This bad boy beats out our semiautomatics easily." Fynn glances back at the gun again. "Standard Issue can't stand up to this bitch." He falls silent as Togusa explains how he became the proud owner of a Mateba overnight. "No paperwork?" Fynn arches his brow at that. "So this is really a Japanese take on the classic Mateba? Holy shit---" There's a look of awe and worry within his blue eyes. Fynn is mildly spooked here.
"Sounds like someone is trying to get your ass in trouble." He mutters quietly as if afraid the walls could talk. "This is one hell of a gift but also quite the headache."
Togusa holds up two fingers. "Way I see it, I've got two options. Keep the gun, there's a big enough loophole in the registration laws that I can get a permit for it and claim it as an import. Say there was a gap in the paperwork there, start a registration domestically. It would be pretty easy to do." He's clearly thought this through.
But then he closes the case up again. "Or I stick this thing down in the evidence locker and we start trying to find out where it came from. We don't have the authority to open a full investigation on Retrospec. But it did get sent from somewhere, there's got to be a trail to follow."
"There's...multiple ways that we could go about starting to try to look into the company. They just handed me a new one." But he looks at the case regretfully. "The choice should be obvious, so why do I want to hang onto this thing so badly?"
Fynn falls silent for a spell as he eyes Togusa and the alleged evidence in question. While that bad boy should be held here as evidence against this bastard company, something about the way Togusa talks about this gun makes him think otherwise. "Hold on to the damn thing for a moment." He replies quickly as he mulls over what his brother told him a few days ago.
"Something weird is going on and we already know it has something to do with Retrospec. Therefore, we might need any evidence pointing us in that direction, especially since the top brass won't budge." An annoyed huff escapes the younger Izunia as he crossed his arms over his chest. Fynn is thinking about something.
Togusa is startled when he looks back up at Fynn. Like he said, the choice seems obvious. He went to somebody else because he actually tried to get rid of it by himself, and it was like he couldn't. He kept making up excuses to keep it around. But not getting rid of it isn't the most comforting thought, either. "If I keep it, without starting any registration paperwork-?" Togusa shakes his head. "That's just asking for trouble."
"It's not quite that the top brass won't budge," Togusa elaborates. "It's that none of us have a good solid basis for a case yet. Illegally downloading onto phones and computers? Sure, but not our purview and hard to prove. The videos that were released onto the app that seem to have been taken by the phones, themselves? Closer to our jurisdiction. Still difficult to prove wrongdoing by the company."
"The building's not a crime, just shady as hell. This?" Togusa lifts the case again. "It feels like I've finally got a foothold. Something undeniably illegal. But. I can't get rid of it."
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Togusa pauses and his frown is right back in place, like he's forgotten himself for a minute there. "I got sent that. With zero paperwork. And it's completely wiped clean of prints, and the serial number doesn't come up on the domestic registry." Togusa pulls a file folder out from behind where the case had been sitting. "Japanese make, so I put in an inquiry with the international registry, but that could take weeks to come back."
Togusa drops the file folder containing his paper trail of fucking nothing onto the bench. "Point being that Retrospec just handed me a probably illegal gun using a very illegal method and I have no idea what to do about it." So that's where he's sitting, and why he's coming to Fynn.
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"If you wasn't a cop, you would be deep shit right now. This bad boy beats out our semiautomatics easily." Fynn glances back at the gun again. "Standard Issue can't stand up to this bitch." He falls silent as Togusa explains how he became the proud owner of a Mateba overnight. "No paperwork?" Fynn arches his brow at that. "So this is really a Japanese take on the classic Mateba? Holy shit---" There's a look of awe and worry within his blue eyes. Fynn is mildly spooked here.
"Sounds like someone is trying to get your ass in trouble." He mutters quietly as if afraid the walls could talk. "This is one hell of a gift but also quite the headache."
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But then he closes the case up again. "Or I stick this thing down in the evidence locker and we start trying to find out where it came from. We don't have the authority to open a full investigation on Retrospec. But it did get sent from somewhere, there's got to be a trail to follow."
"There's...multiple ways that we could go about starting to try to look into the company. They just handed me a new one." But he looks at the case regretfully. "The choice should be obvious, so why do I want to hang onto this thing so badly?"
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"Something weird is going on and we already know it has something to do with Retrospec. Therefore, we might need any evidence pointing us in that direction, especially since the top brass won't budge." An annoyed huff escapes the younger Izunia as he crossed his arms over his chest. Fynn is thinking about something.
"Maybe this...was all a dream or something."
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"It's not quite that the top brass won't budge," Togusa elaborates. "It's that none of us have a good solid basis for a case yet. Illegally downloading onto phones and computers? Sure, but not our purview and hard to prove. The videos that were released onto the app that seem to have been taken by the phones, themselves? Closer to our jurisdiction. Still difficult to prove wrongdoing by the company."
"The building's not a crime, just shady as hell. This?" Togusa lifts the case again. "It feels like I've finally got a foothold. Something undeniably illegal. But. I can't get rid of it."