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Rick Washburn, a weapons coordinator, has a disarming way of greeting people: "Are you the guy that needs the 9-millimetre?" He works out of his loft apartment, a converted doll factory in SoHo. Truncheons, scimitars, and pipes lean against one wall, while a cat sleeps on the desk. A large walk-in safe contains more than three hundred guns, and that represents only a small part of Washburn's arsenal; there's a lot more in the basement. A casual glance inside the safe reveals a Civil War-era repeating rifle, an imposing grenade launcher, and a semi-automatic with the words "Read Manual Before Use" engraved on the barrel. There are also at least seven of those really small silver pistols that a...
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