The building was nice and new, a reflection of the high-quality business that Alistair Smith believed in running. Accurate Arms. It was the new gun shop in town, packed with all manner of toys for hunters, Hunters, and the hunted. Need a shotgun? Thirty day background check, and it was yours. How about a handgun? Got a permit? Thirty day background check. Yours.
Civilian model rifles. Hunting rifles. Scopes. Sights. Ammo. Equipment for all manner of hunting trips out into the bush. Accurate Arms had it all. On the side of the building, through a heavy, soundproofed door, was a firing range with all the fixings.
After discussing the plan of attack at Sam's Apartment some of the hunters had decided that they may need to shop around for some gear. As luck would have it, one of the hunters present had recalled that Accurate Arms was just that sort of place. Rob was happy to lead the way into the store, moving first to the ammunition display. Ammunition was becoming a hot community in California.
"Any of you own a gun?" Rob wondered as he priced the 9 .mm ammunition. He continued in a slightly quieter tone.
"Might not be the best thing for a lick, but it's fantastic for those pasty friends of theirs. "
Ron decided to pick up a case of 9 .mm ammunition and glanced around the store for anything else that looked good.
"Mine's locked back up at my place."
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