He grins at Spittzler, slaps an ammunition belt into the feed tray. The Swiss looks poker-faced. Andolini focuses his camera on the gun, and Rockefeller obligingly shows it off. "Bet you got nothing like this over there. Shit, everybody knows y’all in Europe were only good for making watches! But you can copy any American break-through, right? Better, if you got the krauts to manage the factories and the wops to work the line." He draws a breath. "So I tell you what. Y’all give me thirty of these, with ammo belts to match, and I’ll give you the City of Raleigh. Simple as that!"