Now that they finally had a territory to work in, Bull Rush could finally get his book store up and running. Well. To call it a store would be crass. It was a book gallery. A few of his personal collection (not for sale) as well as some of less interesting copies that he had of old books. Finding a storefront on F street that wasn't for rent was hysterical. There was one quite literally, right across from his house. And the rates he was able to negotiate was frankly hysterical. He would have to get the place remodeled, special lighting would be needed to properly care for and protect the books in the long term. But for now, low wattage bulbs turned low would suffice. A placement in the better business burea's listings, and some signage on the front, and viola! The Old Books Gallery was open.