<strong>Leo - Waiting for the Horde of Shoppers - Dick's Sporting Goods</strong><br/><br/>The sporting goods store was quiet and still as the time neared midnight. Everybody seemed to be waiting with bated breath, the doors already open and up, the staff ready to assist shoppers. Their was a staff of a dozen, and Leo just happened to be one of the unfortunates working tonight.<br/><br/>"Ugh, I can't wait for this to get over." "Hey, at least the pay is good." And other such idle chatter slowly began as the clock hit midnight, and they could hear, in the distance, the crowd of sales hungry people stampeding in, unaware that many hungered for something other than a good deal.<br/><br/>The manager stood out, proud and tall and far-too-large, ready with a big, warm grin to personally welcome everybody that would be coming in.  Off in the distance, someone manned the gun counter, with its selection of shotguns and rifles and ammo, all locked up in gun cages and safes. He kept the keys close to him; usually only the manager had them, for safety reasons, but this one kid actually had a permit, and the manager knew at least some people would want a nice, shiny new gun, and couldn't be in two places at once...<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Leo casually hung out in the camping section of the store. This was his territory, his assigned working area, where he would answer questions and assist people in picking out the right kind of gear for their special someone who actually enjoyed the great outdoors in this day and age of video games and movies. The youth remained, thus far, oblivious to the true nature of the crowd invading the mall; it was his first time working Black Friday, and<span class="bbc_u">everyone</span><strong>did</strong>say it would be loud and unruly, despite the police presence...