Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-5583506-20180529232445

Once the driver had dropped her off at the location of her choice Katherine walked into a gun store, which seemed to take the clerk by surprise.

"Ehrm... excuse me, miss. Are you lost?"

"Not at all", she said and walked up to the disk, her high heels tapping against the wooden floor. "Do you have any cartridges of the 9mm calibre? Specifically 9x19mm Parabellum?"

The clerk seemed even more baffled that this young lady even knew of such words and measures, but he didn't want too appear too prejudicial and so played along. "Uhm... sure. Do you have a permit for... whatever gun it is that you are using?"

Katherine opened up her purse and showed the man her license. He examined it suspiciously, still unsure whether the woman was purchasing ammunition for her own sake or on the behalf of someone else. And with the rise of the Canadian Resistance movement, who knew who could be trusted? Not that he minded them, but he would still want to keep his nose clean and retain his store.

"Papers appears to be in order. I'll get them right up front. How many boxes do you want?"

"Five should be sufficient."

"Five", the clerk said quietly to himself as he tasted on the word. She definitely had to be in league with some resistance group, but that was none of his business. And the less he knew about it, the happier he was.

He put the boxes up front on the disk. "That'll be 65 dollars..." He closed his eyes hard and opened them again. "50 dollars... American dollars. Sorry, my mind is having a field day somewhere today."

"That's okay", Katherine said, digging around her purse. "Hmmm, let's make it 4 boxes."