Post by Eamon on Dec 19, 2017 9:32:45 GMT -8
Dusk. A clerk toyed with his phone as he waited for a client to arrive. Ventura Munitons had been closed for hours, but for 3000 dollars they were willing to stay open two hours later. The clerk had his 9mm pistol at his side, a small revolver in his boot, and a knife on his belt. And if that failed, the security cameras were rolling. Safety first.
The clerk heard a loud knock. He checked security feeds and saw two men at the entrance. Both fit the description. A fit black man with blue polo shirt and brown khakis. The other was a handsome man with a gray suit and thin black tie. The clerk pressed a button and released the entrance door. The two walked in. The fit black man held a serious demeanor while the handsome man was calm and confident. The calm man spoke before the client could.
"Thank you for your time. Let's get down to buisiness"
Eamon smiled as the clerk laid out rifles, shotguns, pistols, etc. Weapons were not his forte. He watched as his friend Manny talked shop with the clerk. Calibers, distances, and stopping power. Eamon thought "Stopping an enemy with words alone is true stopping power". Before he could smile, Eamon glared at the weapon in the clerks hand. A revolver. The clerks description of the gun was drowned out by 3 consecutive gunshots that rang in Eamon's mind. Eamon was brought back to a dive bar in Chicago many moons ago. He turned away from clerk and walked toward the exit.
"Open the door. I need air"
The door buzzed and Eamon pushed it open. Outwardly, Eamon was calm and handsome as ever. Inwardly, he wanted to snap the clerks neck. Eamon walked further into the open parking lot and stood silent. No words, no movement. Just still and quiet
The clerk heard a loud knock. He checked security feeds and saw two men at the entrance. Both fit the description. A fit black man with blue polo shirt and brown khakis. The other was a handsome man with a gray suit and thin black tie. The clerk pressed a button and released the entrance door. The two walked in. The fit black man held a serious demeanor while the handsome man was calm and confident. The calm man spoke before the client could.
"Thank you for your time. Let's get down to buisiness"
Eamon smiled as the clerk laid out rifles, shotguns, pistols, etc. Weapons were not his forte. He watched as his friend Manny talked shop with the clerk. Calibers, distances, and stopping power. Eamon thought "Stopping an enemy with words alone is true stopping power". Before he could smile, Eamon glared at the weapon in the clerks hand. A revolver. The clerks description of the gun was drowned out by 3 consecutive gunshots that rang in Eamon's mind. Eamon was brought back to a dive bar in Chicago many moons ago. He turned away from clerk and walked toward the exit.
"Open the door. I need air"
The door buzzed and Eamon pushed it open. Outwardly, Eamon was calm and handsome as ever. Inwardly, he wanted to snap the clerks neck. Eamon walked further into the open parking lot and stood silent. No words, no movement. Just still and quiet
