"Uhhhhh... heeeeey! I'm Colin, a gamer, good with a gun, and uh,..... what about you?" Colin awkwardly conversed.
The mullet man sighed. "I'm Russell. Listen bub, I can tell you're just tryin' to pass the time here, and I'm not much of a guy for chit-chat."
"Okay then, is there something I could help you with? We're stuck here, so we might as well lend eachother a hand." the gamer replied.
Russell scratched his chin.
The mulleted man sighed and said, "I think I have a favor for you, but it'll have to wait until after-"
"Dinner!" Baldwin said as he pulled the pizza breads out.
It wasn't as good as his mom's, but it was satisfying.
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"Alright, so what's the favor?" Colin asked.
Russell stood there and handed the gamer a holstered pistol.
"Take that and these keys." he said as Colin strapped on the holster and got the keys. "I've got a gun shop at the address on the tag." Russell said as he threw Colin a duffel bag. "Take that bag there and fill it up with as much of my stock as you can."
Colin nodded and headed on out, stopped immediately by Hawthorne.
"Curfew's a thing here. You don't leave after dark without one of us." he explained. "Now let's go."
Colin nodded and followed him to a squad car.
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The duo pulled up to the shop at a minute to midnight. The store front was nothing special, just a dark glassed door of a beige building with a sign above said door reading "Marksman Masters".
Colin unlocked the door and slipped inside as Hawthorne took guard duty out front.
The twenty year old gamer stuffed in a couple rifles into the duffel bag as the darkness got to him. Every glint of light, every dust particle, it all made Colin uneasy. He reached for a gun and bolted back as another hand touched his. Coiln scrambled for a flashlight and shone it, revealing...