[Despite the seriousness of the situation, the response makes Togusa chuckle.]

Take your time. I could use the time, on my end.

When Fynn arrives, Togusa is finishing up on the range, himself. His service pistol is partly disassembled on the bench in front of him, and he has a few targets pulled in. It's easy to see which ones were shot first, and which ones were towards the end of his run, because his shot groupings get wider and wider. He gets fatigued too easily, and starts out great, but can't keep consistency.

Even if he's not good with it, he takes pride in maintaining the gun, at least. He looks up from wiping down the gun's slide when Fynn comes in. "Fynn. Thanks for coming out."

As usual, Fynn walks in wearing his signature chrome lense sunglasses with his standard police uniform. Despite his typical sloppy nature, Fynn is actually well put together for the most part. The uniform is nicely ironed and all the buttons are properly in placed except the collar. Fynn has a habit of keeping it unbuttoned. He looks like a role model officer if it wasn't for his grande macchiato in his right hand and the wild long brown hair.

Honestly, Fynn is addicted to the stuff. Caffeine is one hell of a drug. He drinks about three of those things a day, "No need to thank me." He says humbly with a grin as he raise his styrofoam cup in a mock salute. "Let's get down to business, shall we? Not often I get to work first hand on a case." Especially since he's just a beat cop.

"So what are we lookin' at here?"

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Togusa is right there with him in keeping his hair just long enough that it still looks good, and just barely within the uniform regulations. Come on, they have to bring a little bit of class to the job.

There is a flash of a guilty look on Togusa's face as he steps out of the lane. "It's not a case. Sort of. Not yet. It's." He sighs deeply. He moves to the back of the room to the cubbies where officers can store their personal belongings. He hesitates, and then pulls out a grey duraplastic case, about the size of a briefcase. It's the exact kind that somebody would use to transport a handgun. But it's not department regulation.

"It's this whole Retrospec thing. And I've got to decide if it's time to start to try put some of what we know together into a case. I don't know how much it's going to be worth coming from me. I'm not a Detective." There is pure frustration in Togusa's tone. It's right back to what he was talking to Fynn about. He doesn't want to pursue rank, but what if not having it gets in the way of his job?

Togusa pauses, and then he hands over the case. "But you might have seen on the network that some people have been getting deliveries in the mail? From Retrospec?" He nods. "Careful not to touch the inside." He can probably guess what's in it.

"Not a case?" Fynn can't help but frown as he takes off his sunglasses. "Then what the heck of all this about?" He questions as he follows Togusa. "This damn sure isn't a social call. Not with us meeting up at the station like this."

The Izunia let's out an annoyed huff as he waits for Togusa to start talking. He trusts the officer deeply but he's feeling skeptical here. Something is just plain fishy about all this, definitely. Once he sees the durable plastic case, that certainly confirms his suspicions some. "Retrospec." Fynn all but curses the name. "Amazing how those bastards stay out of a jail cell, isn't it? Never known a company to dance circles around both law enforcement and the courts."

He sets down his drink upon some nearby ledge and inches closer towards the case in question. "You'll make detective someday." Fynn says with a touch of humor in his voice. "If idiots like Gabby can be a detective, then we got a chance. Now what's in here?" Fynn questions once Togusa hands over the case. He starts fiddling with it almost immediately.

"I've heard. I find it eerie that Restrospec knows our addresses. I don't remember putting my home address anywhere on my phone, same with plenty others." It takes Fynn a minute to open the case but he's careful not to touch the inner parts.

"...Retrospec sent you this?"

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."

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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.

"Maybe this...was all a dream or 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."