That doesn't even take into consideration the logistics of burying several hundred pounds of powered-armor bits, after selling off the servos, power cells, and the physical armor itself(for scrap value), the logistics involved in dismantling the PA in the first place, the chances of him finding buyers for what he has to offer, or any reserach outfit willing to give him the time of day for him to even be heard out to begin with.
If he wants to sell it, with the least impact to his life, then Perps should simply put in an advert online(or/including
White Dwarf) for replica Warhammer 40K Astartes armor, last worn at a cosplay event at random SF convention/Games Day, and
nothing else. I'm reasonably sure there's a 40K fanatic out there who will put money down for it, without a second thought. After that, it's
his problem.
And, Perps, buddy, I'm sure Mordor Intel has its tendrils in every European country. Even Switzerland.
Jub wrote:The OP says you receive the package, not that it was shipped to you. I could have poofed to your front step without ever having been registreed anywhere. That's something to consider.
And, this
isn't going to attract the attention of everything from spy satellites to nosy neighbors with local law enforcement on speed-dial, why?
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