You pat the MOSIN NAGNAT hidden in your inventory.
>-ALL OTHER NON-FEDKILLER WEAPONS

You get up from the table. Everyone, sans Casey, seated at the table gives you the side eye. They're clearly disappointed you're not going to eat SOMETHING after everything you did.
You roll your eyes. You rip out a chunk of a roasted pig with your telekinesis. This satisfies the table and they go back to chatting about whatever they're chatting about.

You got more important things in mind.
You gnaw on the hunk of pork while Casey gnaws on her apple. You excuse yourself as you begin to hop from table to table. You don't care if this is a social faux paus or not. The end is nigh and you need to do this. You need to PROTECT everyone.

>VICTORY!!!
The same sneering face stares back at you. Fifteen men with the exact same face and body are all seated at the same table. All of their eyes are locked solely on you. You might as well treat them as one person - You can't tell the difference.

"So. How's it been?" The V-Corp Rep opens its many mouths. "Had a good time? A fun time? Had the time of your life?"
Casey's plastic smile stretches wider than you think a human's mouth should. "She had an excellent time before she made the mistake of talking to you."
"Mmh, that so? I don't think we were talking to you, foreigner." "Lost bee with a lost soul. Disgusting."

"I've accepted my place. At least when I create spawn, I bother to make them unique. Marketable. Unlike the mess I'm looking at now."
"Touche." "But we're copied from the best, we are." "Yes, yes, the best."

You clear your throat. "Well, you clearly seem to know what just happened, so you can guess exactly what I'm going to ask of you."
"Should've used our catalog before." "Yes, yes, would've solved that issue."
"I had like a thousand things to spend money on. Things slipped through the cracks- Look."

You run your hands through your shaggy, blood-stained hair. "I'm going to be fighting someone soon. And you know exactly who. You want this to be FUN, don't you?"
Their grins grow wider. These sharks smell the first drop of blood of an upcoming bloodbath. "Indeed."
"And me running out of ammo isn't FUN, right? No guns. No fun."

You throw the CATALOG (you thought you had a briefcase but you didn't oops!) and the FORGOTTEN SIGNAL PARADIGM down on the table.
"If you would be so kind," Casey talks for you. "Give her and her associates enough ammo to make this upcoming 'performance' fun for all ages, wouldn't you?"

The V-Corp rep stews on this result. Their smiles fade for a moment as if they loathe having to actually DO something useful. "Short notice." "We can do it." "Our 'boss' would like to see this in person anyways." "Touche. We'll do it."
>YOU gain 24 SHOTGUN SLUGS and 15 RIFLE AMMO!
>Allies with a ranged weapon gain 20 AMMO for their respective guns!
>Your party gains 35 SINSU (Heals 1 FLESH) and JOYVEL (heals 1 RESTRAINT) pills!

"Good boys. Time for our next client."