Dean had caught the news and drove to his store while listening to the radio. His father had taught him to always take information from different sources, and always with a grain of salt. The truth was usually in the middle.<br/><br/>He had found himself busy lately. Everybody was wanting a gun for some reason or another. Of course, there were waiting lists and background checks to do. Dean was honorable. He wasn't going to sell something illegally, no matter how much money was offered. He went to the fridge and pulled out a soda, taking a sip of it. Today, ironically, was much slower. Might as well fire off a few pistol rounds, make sure his aim was still good. Whatever happened, he had to be ready for it.