the new laws have made ammunition very hard to come by and a special task force of the ATF is dedicated entirely to stop people who manufacture their own. The first few years of the new firearms laws brought many debates and court cases. By the time the subject made it to the Supreme Court the media was reporting daily how the amount of murders, cop killings, and accidental deaths by firearms had fallen so much that most were willing to give up there 2 nd amendment rights for the peace the law helped to provide. Unfortunately those number and statistics were false; gun crimes against the regular working class escalated to all new highs most criminals knowing people couldn’t defend themselves, more Illuminati manipulation.
Nathan entered the store after flashing his badge to a security camera outside. An older man with wispy gray hair and an apparent limp approached the other side of the counter. “Wachya lookin for?”
Nathan relaxed as much as possible then asked. “How much can I buy? Rifles, pistols, and ammo.”
The elderly man eyed Nathan suspiciously. “Well seeing as you’re a federal agent and all, you can buy up to 500 rounds and two handguns…unless you got a firearms instructors permit then you can add on another 5000 rounds and a couple of shotguns. As for rifles, those are special order only.”
Nathan’s savings account was slowly dwindling away as he laid ten thousand dollars on the counter and spread it for the man to see, it didn’t matter soon money would have no use, better to spend it now in preparation. “This is yours. I’m not a federal agent right now and I have more cash if you let me see your personal stock.”
The old man looked at Nathan hard trying to read his stone visage. He then asked bluntly. “Why?” Nathan thought of how best to respond and then said plainly. “To defend our country.”
After a long pause the old man came to the conclusion that this was not a setup he then turned and limped to the service door. Before entering he turned and addressed Nathan. “Well, you coming?” Nathan followed the old man to a lounge area with a couch and TV. The old man moved towards the stand that held the TV. “Well I’m too old to be moving this all by my lonesome.” Nathan got the hint and assisted the man in moving the stand to reveal a hatch on the floor. The old man opened the hatch and began climbing down a wooden ladder that creaked almost as much as he did. Nathan began descending wondering if the creaking ladder would support his 240 pound frame. Once on the ground the old man flipped a switch, once the light turned on Nathan realized he came to the right place. The basement looked like the illegal arms evidence room at Agency headquarters. The old man smiled as he looked at Nathan’s expression. “So young-un what you need?” Nathan looked around the basement like a kid in a toy shop . “A bigger truck.”
* * *
Nathan loaded two 5-foot long wooden chests into the back of his Suburban. One was almost completely loaded with ammo, the other with several assault rifles, pistols and other high powered arms to include 3 shotguns, a couple of sniper rifles with scopes, 3 fully automatic pistols, 8 Glocks of multiple caliber, a Desert Eagle with laser sight, 3 M55 A6 rifles with launcher and a few more toys for Nathan to play with.
As Nathan finished the last load he noticed a long black case in the back of the suv. Nathan opened the bag to reveal some cleaning gear for the weapons and a hunting bow. The old man approached.
“You’ve more than paid for some cleaning gear and I don’t need that bow anymore.”
Nathan turned and faced the old man, sincerely grateful. “Thank you sir.”
The old man nodded then asked. “Do you mind tellin me whatcha really need all this for?”
Nathan gave the old man a look of foreboding. “You know why gun shop owners keep their secret stash?” The old man
Nathan entered the store after flashing his badge to a security camera outside. An older man with wispy gray hair and an apparent limp approached the other side of the counter. “Wachya lookin for?”
Nathan relaxed as much as possible then asked. “How much can I buy? Rifles, pistols, and ammo.”
The elderly man eyed Nathan suspiciously. “Well seeing as you’re a federal agent and all, you can buy up to 500 rounds and two handguns…unless you got a firearms instructors permit then you can add on another 5000 rounds and a couple of shotguns. As for rifles, those are special order only.”
Nathan’s savings account was slowly dwindling away as he laid ten thousand dollars on the counter and spread it for the man to see, it didn’t matter soon money would have no use, better to spend it now in preparation. “This is yours. I’m not a federal agent right now and I have more cash if you let me see your personal stock.”
The old man looked at Nathan hard trying to read his stone visage. He then asked bluntly. “Why?” Nathan thought of how best to respond and then said plainly. “To defend our country.”
After a long pause the old man came to the conclusion that this was not a setup he then turned and limped to the service door. Before entering he turned and addressed Nathan. “Well, you coming?” Nathan followed the old man to a lounge area with a couch and TV. The old man moved towards the stand that held the TV. “Well I’m too old to be moving this all by my lonesome.” Nathan got the hint and assisted the man in moving the stand to reveal a hatch on the floor. The old man opened the hatch and began climbing down a wooden ladder that creaked almost as much as he did. Nathan began descending wondering if the creaking ladder would support his 240 pound frame. Once on the ground the old man flipped a switch, once the light turned on Nathan realized he came to the right place. The basement looked like the illegal arms evidence room at Agency headquarters. The old man smiled as he looked at Nathan’s expression. “So young-un what you need?” Nathan looked around the basement like a kid in a toy shop . “A bigger truck.”
* * *
Nathan loaded two 5-foot long wooden chests into the back of his Suburban. One was almost completely loaded with ammo, the other with several assault rifles, pistols and other high powered arms to include 3 shotguns, a couple of sniper rifles with scopes, 3 fully automatic pistols, 8 Glocks of multiple caliber, a Desert Eagle with laser sight, 3 M55 A6 rifles with launcher and a few more toys for Nathan to play with.
As Nathan finished the last load he noticed a long black case in the back of the suv. Nathan opened the bag to reveal some cleaning gear for the weapons and a hunting bow. The old man approached.
“You’ve more than paid for some cleaning gear and I don’t need that bow anymore.”
Nathan turned and faced the old man, sincerely grateful. “Thank you sir.”
The old man nodded then asked. “Do you mind tellin me whatcha really need all this for?”
Nathan gave the old man a look of foreboding. “You know why gun shop owners keep their secret stash?” The old man
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