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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 10:08:00 GMT -5
"A rought time table," ::Pietro replied. Mid-November encompassed more than a single day, which meant they all must remain vigilant.::
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Post by prism on Oct 31, 2007 10:10:20 GMT -5
Rin nodded again. He hoped it wouldn't be something at night, when he wasn't at the top of his game like he hoped to be when this happened. "Okay." He said simply, wondering exactly what gun supplies they were going to need, and if they would have to shop around like at Wal Mart. Did gun shops have shopping carts?
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 14:40:32 GMT -5
::The Acura zipped through the lane towards Manhattan. The weapon store was in one of the more obscure areas of Manhattan, so he needed to keep his eyes peeled.::
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Post by prism on Oct 31, 2007 19:36:04 GMT -5
Rin looked around the streets and they went through the city. He couldn't wait to see what was in store for him there.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 20:35:25 GMT -5
::Soon enough, they found themselves in the proper place in Manhattan. Pietro pulled the Acura into a parking garage, found a space, and turned off the engine.::
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Post by prism on Oct 31, 2007 21:06:20 GMT -5
Rin sighed, popped open the door, and stuck his foot out. "Anything I should know before I step into this place?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 21:11:39 GMT -5
"Do you have government identification?" ::Pietro asked. He assumed the young man did, most did.::
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Post by prism on Oct 31, 2007 21:21:04 GMT -5
"Always, ID ready." He stood from the car, waiting for Pietro to do the same before he shut the door, in case he needed to say something.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 21:22:36 GMT -5
::Pietro exited the car, shut his door, and locked them. He pointed at one of the exits.:: "That will take us to the street and to the shop."
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Post by prism on Oct 31, 2007 21:24:22 GMT -5
Rin nodded and began his ascent to the street silently with his hands shoved into his pockets.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 21:32:25 GMT -5
::Pietro led him down the staircase, which led to the street. Walking beside the young man, they soon found themselves outside of a large shop. He opened the door, let the young man in first, before he stepped in. A bell sounded twice, signaling to the shop keeper that two customers had entered. Near the front was a counter over a display case, samples of ammunition and more antique weapons inside. Behind other counters were different firearms. In the backroom were the largest weapons, including the stray rocket launcher, and what Pietro was interested in, explosives.::
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Post by prism on Oct 31, 2007 21:35:26 GMT -5
Rin stayed close to Pietro when they entered the shop. He looked all around them as he entered, marveling at the weaponry encased throughout, and especially the big stuff in the back. All Rin could do was mutter a low "Wow."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 21:41:31 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly to the young man's expression of awe. The first time he had frequented this shop, he had much the same reaction. Now was a time, however, where they would need a large order. He approached the shop keeper, explaining what he came for.::
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Post by prism on Oct 31, 2007 21:42:38 GMT -5
Rin stood next to Pietro and looked behind him at the walls of items and racks throughout the store. He was leaned casually against the counter, not looking, but listening intently. He wasn't sure if this was a place he could consider safe.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 21:44:56 GMT -5
::The shop keeper nodded in response to the order, and disappeared into the back room to find the explosives and other more peculiar weaponry. Pietro turned his attention to Rin.:: "Does anything catch your eye?"
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