Upon arriving at the Sacramento Valley Shooting Center, one is immediately struck by the expansive dry open fields and the distant sound of gunfire. The scent of gunpowder and earth fills the air, a familiar mix that brings a sense of comfort. It's a place where fellow minded people can meet, and secret deals are brokered amid the privacy afforded by gunfire and isolation.
The Obrimos has been waiting by the designated meeting point, an isolated gravel path leading to one of the minor shooting ranges, dressed in his signature attire, his cold calculating gaze overlooks the parking lot.