Just a short drive from downtown Detroit stood a low-rise brick-built building, about half a football field long. It was surrounded by a chained fenced, topped of with barbed wire. It showed no real charm from the outside. With reason though. The work that went on in there was not for the public eye. It was not meant to be cozy, it was meant for business.

Upon approaching the barbed fence a sign became visible. “Guns R us” it said. Continued with “Members only”. This joint was meant for the mob and the mob only.

Guns R us

Members only

When pushing open a large barn door a half-timbered open space became visible. It was a modular setup. To the right, there was a shooting range. Several thugs were blasting of their Colts and Brownings upon unsuspecting card board assailants. To the left, there was a curtained-off area that allowed semi-private conversations with whomever was feeling like it. In the middle stood a large glass showcase filled with all types of weaponry.  

Behind the glass showcase stood Blunt Force Tony. An expert on all things deadly. With a dark and deep tone he asked “What will it be today?! Business or pleasure? If you’re looking to have some fun, I can provide ammo and weapons that you can try out on the range. If you’re looking to buy or looking for something more .. exquisite.. you can follow my associate out back” as he gestured to the large steel door behind him. When looking over, you notice another sign.

Employees only! Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again!

You look back at Tony as he asks “So, what will it be today?”

Husky had heard that Tony had set up a new joint a few blocks away. Curious , he decided to check it out. Carefully stepping through the fence he reached a door that said "Members Only" . Husky looked to his left, then to his right. Seeing no one around he shrugged and pushed open the door. "Here goes nothing" he said to himself as he walked in.

To one side Husky saw a few young men indulge in some harmless target practice. To the other was a glass counter behind which stood Tony beaming like a kid on Christmas. Walking up to the counter he said ,"This is a nice joint you got yourself here Tony. Proud of ya. Here I brought you some whiskey to celebrate the occasion." Handing him over the bottle of whiskey, Husky started taking a look at some of the guns on display.

Tony smiled at HuskyRadhe as he received the bottle, carefully inspecting the label. “This a a fine whisky, friend. Much appreciated. I’ll save it for later if you don’t mind. Alcohol and weaponry are not the best combination. I learnt that the hard way” Tony said as he rubbed his hand over an old wound. While looking back at HuskyRadhe he asked “Does anything peak your interest? Why not try this shotgun, first 50 shells are on me” while handing over a heavy Remington. "Do watch out though, it has a pretty heavy kick"

Grabbing the Remington he felt the weight as he bounced it lightly in his palm. Aiming it at the nearest target he calibrated the sites and said, "I am afraid guns are neither my speciality nor my hobby." Pausing to unload the two shells he continued "They are a little too easily discharged a little too volatile for my taste." Keeping the gun and the shells on the counter he looked at Tony and said "Though it is an unpopular opinion, I trust my silver tongue to get me out of more scrapes than a gun ever could. Having said that, I wouldn't mind taking a look at your collection of knives if you have one. Preferably something a little inconspicuous"

Joseph was walking around the neighborhood while watching peoples sad faces.When he turns around the corner he saw a kid bullying another kid.Bully seemed bigger by age to Joseph's eye.He broke away the bully from kid but before he catch a chance to say anything bully run away from him.Bullied kid was crying.Joseph made him stop Crying and as he turned his back he saw a sign that Gun's R Us written on it.He walked towards to building and opened the door.Saw a familiar face and said to Blunt_Force_Tony ''I see that you own the business by your posture,congrats.'' said Joseph.Then followed by '' And i see that you got some guns but how about some blunt weaponry like your name maybe an excuisite brass knuckles. I like them light but strong.What can you give me ?'' He asked.

Making the drive home after a long day of business in Chicago, BigMike turns the corner and spots the Guns R Us building. With a huge grin, BigMike pulls into the parking lot. “Ahhhh…Tony did it”. BigMike pulls open the barn door his huge frame casting a shadow through the doorway.  He spots Tony across the room and slowly strolls to him. “Tony this place is great!” BigMike is quickly distracted as the noise from the Shooting Range catches his attention. He walks over to the range as Tony follows. “Tony can I have a go with the automatic rifle?”  Tony nods and BigMike unleashes a flurry of shots. BIgMike turns to Tony, once again with a huge grin. “Impressive place you have here” BigMike reaches into his suit pocket and hands Tony a cigar. “Here’s to your new baby” BigMike turns and disappears through the door and into the night.

Business was booming. Friends and family from all over were coming to see the new place. It warmed Tony’s stone cold heart. As all cliënteel walked in. Tony did his best to accommodate all needs. First up was HuskyRadhe. Since guns were clearly not his thing, Tony showed him over to the large show case to the right. “So you’re into knives, eh? You’re going to love these” Tony said as he lifted a dark wood box onto the counter. He opened the lid while turning the sharp metallic knives towards HuskyRadhe. “Take your pick. Do be careful though, they are pretty sharp”.

As Tony glanced over he saw Joseph inspecting the blunt weaponry. He left Husky with the sharp merchandise while he walked over to say hello. As they exchanged pleasantries Joseph mentioned wanting some brass knuckles. “So you like it up close and personal?! So do I, my good friend!. Take a look at these bad boys. Just new to the market, rustless steel. It’s very durable and getting a little blood on them won’t make a difference.” Tony said with a smile while he handed over the merchandise. He left Joseph to his thoughts.

The last to come in was BigMike. He was easily noticed. He almost blocked out the sun while coming through the door. “Good to see you friend, welcome!” Tony said as he waved BigMike over to the counter. BigMike asked for a go with the automatic rifle as he pointed at the Beretta 1938. “Good choice, here’s a few rounds. Go have some fun”. Tony said as he showed BigMike to the range.

Tony took a moment to enjoy the sight and atmosphere of his new establishment as he returned to the counter. “Anyone else need some help?”

A good preparation is half the work of successful heist and a good arsenal may play an even bigger role. Six days from now an organized crime will take place in Detroit, pushing local gangsters off their soon-to-be turf and if there is one thing those gangsters hate more than the baseball bat of Blunt_Force_Tony it might be AdmiralAckbars all time favorite gun, the Ceska Zbrojovka vz. 30 Light Machine gun. Light enough for hand-held action and heavy enough to rip a person apart from close range. 

'Goodday Blunt_Force_Tony' Admiral said as he walked inside.

'I need a shit ton of 7.9mm ammo for my little friend over here' 

'I need the ammo before we hit an other part of town soon, so make this order a priority of yours' 

While finishing up the details on Admiral's order, he looked around the shop, scanning all the weapons the shop had to offer.

Tony was surprised to see the Don himself walk into his business this day. He was even more surprised that all those bodyguard fit through the door. As AdmiralAckbar came over to order his ammo, Tony responded “Sure thing boss, I’ll get on it right away”. Tony scribbled down some details and sent one of his associates on its way to get the order done. “I’ll have my guys deliver your ammo to the Rebels Retreat war room”.

Husky took a close look at the khukri, admiring it's beautifully crafted, inwardly curved blade. This would be really handy in a fight, but unfortunately it was not concealable. He took a set of small black throwing knives and took one out. Balancing the hilt on his outstretched finger he judged the weight ratio, getting a feel for it. In the glass case in front of him, he saw the reflection of a dart board behind him. Smiling to himself he tossed a blade as he turned to face it. The blade left his fingers spinning ferociously before burying itself in the centre of the board.

"I'll take 4 of these Tony." he said, pleased with himself.

Joseph was inspecting the brass knuckles that Tony gave him.As he moved his head up to far left side of the big room he saw a punching bag.He wore the knuckles and said to Tony ''Lets give it a try eh '' as he stroll towards the bag.Tony yelled from his back saying ''Don't go so hard on that , i just bought that bag eh !''.A couple of punches later he liked the knuckles but there was something sketchy about it.He went to counter where Tony was smoking his cigar while talking the boss about some ammunition not his field of interest.''Is this one the best one you have?'' Joseph asked.''Yeah, it is the best one right now between these ones you haven't tried yet .'' Tony said.Joseph took a second to think and ''Okey than , i see it coming so i got something for you.'' handed Tony a piece of paper with arrows coming out in all directions from a basic brass knuckle drawing.''I'm going to buy this for my left hand , i think it is better for defending but i need something better looking and fine for my main hand. There is the specifications for what i want.I mean i want something custom made just for me.If you can make this happen ,i will give you some extra for your efforts.'' Joseph said.Tony took a look at the paper.--

--24 K gold plated stainless steel with some small pieces of diamonds buried in it(Bitches love gold and diamonds).                                                ---Some durable rubber in where fingers go                                                                                                                                                      ---An crescent motive in between third and fourth holes also a star in between second and first holes looking towards to where you hit               ----450 gr of weight   350 gr of weight             

''Good luck with that'' Joseph said as he walk towards the exit.

Several well dressed men enter the store emerging from them stands a well built handsome gentleman looking directly into the eyes of everyone he speaks to.  Turning towards the store manager, he ask.

Excuse me I'm looking for a few Chicago typewriters or what you might call tommy guns.  I need about 300 of them and  I'm hoping you can help me or point me in the direction of someone that can. 

He smiles as he lights his cigarette and takes a slow long drag. Then nods to one of the men that came in with him.  The man steps forward and pulls out a envelope filled with cash.  Then Frank grins and ask.

So can you help me?