His sweaty upper lip, visible nervousness and general uncomfortable demeanor made this deal seem like the real thing. We met in a public place, shared a few minutes of useless AS chit chat, stopping abruptly to make the "exchange" of currency for the item. Quickly sliding the suppressor from his left front pocket, he made sure to cover it discreetly in the palm of his hand. In one fluid motion, it was done. We exited through separate entrances, never looking back at each other. Just two guys. One white. One oriental and a little chubby. Nothing to see. Nothing to see.
This guy is on the up and up. I'd have his child if he wanted me to. Deal with him.