His grandad firebombed garrisons, as his grandad did before him. Petrol bombs and firearms are what put food in the family' belly and kept more of them out of the ground then most deserved. Gunrunning is a tricky business. It takes you places you never thought you go, meeting people you never thought you would meet. Sometimes on those far away adventures a virus breaks out and forces you to land in a shit hole of the wrong side of the Iron Curtain. Sometimes an adventure forces you underground, living off cans of dog food, while other times you could be partaking in a grand feast with some crazy warlord type. Chernarus was that shit hole, and frankly speaking, hasn't gotten any better. Originally here on last minute notice for an arms deal to Chechen thugs trying to strongarm locals, plans went awry when the Chechens shot a crowd of sick people. Ducking out a back alley and into the woods, he buried a few rifles for safe keeping and went back to square one. The thing about weapons is that they will always change hands, I would just prefer if they passed though mine first. Commission is key, but getting your name out there is what matters. All in the day in the life of Declan Toole.