07-29-2013, 09:59 PM
The old man looked at them both.
"You're hunting deers or anything else that gets in the way of course." The man was not going to tell them what they were really hunting. It was not his business, at least part of it was not his. It was part of the ritual, something he could not have a part in or like his own kids, he could not allow anyone else to have interfered with information. Instead, he opened one of the cases, grabbing two pistols and a black ammo box. "Just take these free of service for some kind of protection. A lot of dangerous animals like to roam around this area, especially in the winter"
Trevor looked at the black and metallic weapon. Was he just handing out weapons to anyone that came in and asked a question about a particular bullet? Granted the violent war crazed -thoughts possibly fueled by his love for video games, comics, and other things- would probably be sated, he thought it was bizarre. The fact that he did not even go out his way to give them a license or whatever they needed bugged him even further. "Bradley asked for me to offer protection during the vacation. I think I'm living to my end of the bargain."
Trevor nodded as he held the weapon, the man giving instructions on how to flick the safety on and off. After that, he ushered them out the building quickly. "umm...well....what should we do with these?" he was now even more curious as to what was going on.
"You're hunting deers or anything else that gets in the way of course." The man was not going to tell them what they were really hunting. It was not his business, at least part of it was not his. It was part of the ritual, something he could not have a part in or like his own kids, he could not allow anyone else to have interfered with information. Instead, he opened one of the cases, grabbing two pistols and a black ammo box. "Just take these free of service for some kind of protection. A lot of dangerous animals like to roam around this area, especially in the winter"
Trevor looked at the black and metallic weapon. Was he just handing out weapons to anyone that came in and asked a question about a particular bullet? Granted the violent war crazed -thoughts possibly fueled by his love for video games, comics, and other things- would probably be sated, he thought it was bizarre. The fact that he did not even go out his way to give them a license or whatever they needed bugged him even further. "Bradley asked for me to offer protection during the vacation. I think I'm living to my end of the bargain."
Trevor nodded as he held the weapon, the man giving instructions on how to flick the safety on and off. After that, he ushered them out the building quickly. "umm...well....what should we do with these?" he was now even more curious as to what was going on.