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A motley crew of arms dealers referred to as the "Misfit Mafia" (and sometimes not affectionately) is trying simply to keep their not-so-legal business afloat. Their assets? A formidable but tiny boss who reminds everybody of a poodle. A hulking handyman-turned-body guard, who just might have a crush on said poodle. A silver-tongued (well, usually) pickpocket. A slightly useless ladies' man. And a hit woman of rising renown, out to rescue her kidnapped cousin.
What could possibly go wrong?