While walking down the streets of Detroit you notice a large building. Above the door of this building their is a sign that says " Allen's Arms". As you walk through the door you notice the store is split into multiple sections.  The sections are labeled " Sidearms of the Great War",  "Rifles of the Great War", "Melee weapons of the Great War",  "Shotguns of the Great War",  "Flintlock Firearms",  "Swords of the Middle East", "Asian Swords", "African Swords", "Medieval Arms", "Roman Arms," "Fighting Knives", "Modern Revolvers", "Derringers", " Modern Pistols", "Modern Rifles", "Modern Shotguns", and "Miscellanous". You decide to check out what is in miscellanous section first and see everything from duckfoot pistols, volley guns and flare pistols to Kpingas, crossbows and slings. As you continue to explore the store you notice a guarded room with a sign that says "employees only". However the people who the guards are letting in do not seem like employees, in fact they look like some of the mobsters you have seen in the past. A large man sees you watching the guarded door and starts walking towards you. You then recognize that it is Mikey Allen, a fellow gangster. At this realization you feel relief. "Hi Mikey, do you own this place or is their another Allen in Detroit who loves weapons as much as you?". Upon hearing your voice Mikey realizes who you are and says "this is my store, sorry for not saying hi to you earlier, I did not realize that it was you, would you like to see what's we have in the backroom?". You come to the conclusion that the employees only room must actually be the place that trusted customers buy stuff from, your theory is proven true once you enter and see everything from grenades to submachine guns. "See anything you like?".

"Oh, I see lots of things that I like," Chelsea said, eyeing the submachine guns. The lights had still been on here at Allen's Arms, and Chelsea had noticed them as she stood outside of Joy's club, waiting. Carefully making her way down the sidewalk, she'd tried the door and found it unlocked. 

Inside was a haven for any weapons lover. Cases and racks of rifles, handguns, and knifes spanning the era. Mikey himself had allowed her into the back room, where she now found herself staring at the heavier artillery. She wanted a submachine gun something awful, but there would be no way to go back to the club and actually get inside with it, no matter who owned the place. 

"I think, though, that I'll stick with what I came in for, today. There's s blade back out there, in the main room?" She said, pointing back over her shoulder. Mikey nodded in understanding and followed her back to the area with all the swords and knives. Tapping the glass of the case with her finger, she smiled up at him. 

"That one right there. It would be a gift. It looks like an antique! The Hemming Brothers one?  Is that a Balisong butterfly knife? It's perfect, I'll take it."

Isabella had been shot.  It had been one fuck of week.  Her father Salvatore_Luciano the Don of the Luciano Crime Family had allowed her to go out into the streets again on the condition that she travel in the company of his most trusted bodyguards (a small army of them) and crew members.  

Today's outing for new weapons for herself and her men, took her to Allen's Arms.  She wasn't sure this was the perfect place to shop for what they needed but there was certainly a lot of beautiful older looking things when she first entered.  Swords and daggers... the sort of thing she hadn't thought about using before.  "Hey Elias," She called out to her father's Consigliere & ... friend... that was the right word still, right?  She waved him forward hopeful he'd enjoy seeing some of the items too.

"What do you think Spartacus would say about a real sword?  Doesn't he have a birthday coming up?"  She picked up a dagger, "Or Chun-Li  ... I'd love to see her using these!  It's a throwing dagger.  Do you think we should buy some gifts?"

Elias wondered over to Isabella_Luciano who was taking a real keen interest in certain weapons..it was only natural anyway. Her life had literally flashed before her eyes when she got shot, and there were times when Elias thought he was going to lose her. To be frank, he was pleased just to see her walking on the Detroit streets once again, and every step she took, made him that little bit happier..

He examined the selected weapons that she'd picked out for Spartacus & Chun-Li - 'I totally agree with you dear, great selections! I know Spartacus for sure could put this sword to use, imagine all of the hot dogs he could chop...in mid air! I think this gift is a must, we'll have to give it to him tonight..wait for the reaction, I'm sure it'll be priceless' 

As Elias wondered around the store looking for his own choice, he came across a flip dagger, the last one he had to ditch due to Isabella_Luciano using it to cut out the tongue of a family rat, and it was dangerous for him to keep carrying that, the bloodstains would never come out. He looked at the checkout assistant before asking 'how much for the blade, boy?'

walking into his friendly neighborhood fun store don’t got a massive smile on his face, he may as well have been a kid in a candy shop.

Hey man I need you to pick up a browning M2..... actually I need two M2s and I want them on a mount together, because...reasons. I know they may be a bit hard to get but I will pay whatever you want.  I also need a Winchester m97 and a 1911a1. Let me know when you can procure everything. 

Walking out out of the store donny grabs a K-bar and tells Mikey to put it on his tab.

Having filled his stomach, Alexander asked around for a kiosk he might refill his empty pack of cigarettes from. Everytime he asked someone seemingly unsavoury, he could barely restrain himself from jumping away in fear that the person might have links to the mob. While his unreasonable paranoia, a byproduct of the tragedy at his bar in LA, kept him anxious, it also helped him reach a kiosk soon. 

"Pack of camels Frank if you will." He said out of habit. "William." Came the reply amused. "I'm sorry?" He asked confused as he picked up the pack and placed the money in the man's hand. "Name's William not Frank." The man added. Alexander smiled and nodded apologetically, wondering if Fra- William had a gun under the counter that he pulled out if someone was foolish enough to rob the kiosk. 

Shaking his head, Alexander tried to push the thought to the back of his mind as he unwrapped the pack and pulled out a cigarette. He tucked the cigarette behind his ear and placed the pack in his hip pocket wondering what he would have to do to get rid of this constant state of fear. If he had to settle in to the city and seek some form of employment, he would have to start feeling safe again. His eyes lazily swept over an Arms shop and his eyebrow arched up in wicked curiosity.

He wondered if the best thing to do would be to face his fears head on. A part of him cried out to his reason, reminding him he had never been on the right end of a gun barrel before. It tried to convince him that nothing good would come of changing that fact. His sense of propriety and his paranoia battled for a few moments till the latter won out and he crossed the street. Brimming with confidence he pushed open the doors and stepped inside beaming with childish glee. 

The walls were adorned with all manners of weaponry which somehow the patrons present knew full well how to handle. Among these well dressed well practiced individuals he stuck out as a sore thumb.

"Fuck!" He cursed when he realised he would have to ask someone for help and trust them with the knowledge that he was defenseless.

Madeline wasn’t much of a fighter, to be truthful. She preferred words over weapons and tried to make peace everywhere she went, but in her new chosen career she would be a fool not to realize the value of a weapon. Luckily for her, she’d grown up in the south, where a gun was as much a part of life as the air you breathed every day. She’d held one for the first time as a young child and between her father, her friends and her ex-husband, well, she was no stranger to shooting ranges. She’d acquired a gun from her crew’s armory not too long ago but she wasn’t thrilled with its quality and had decided that it was time for an upgrade.

Today she found herself in the city of Detroit, running drugs to make money for her new boss. She had some downtime before her flight back to New York and while exploring the city she’d found an arms shop – perfect. She’d stockpiled a bit of cash and could afford to invest in a high-quality gun.

The tall blonde was used to drawing attention where ever she went but walking into a gun shop? That appeared to be out of the norm in this town. The man behind the counter couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to ogle her or laugh at her, so he was reduced to simply staring. For her part, Madeline ignored him and scanned the different sections. The store had quite a selection of various kinds of weapons but Madeline wanted a handgun, so she would start with the section labeled Sidearms of the Great War. She strode confidently to that section, her eyes scanning the walls. Colts, Brownings, Berettas, the selection was impressive.

Out of the corner of her eye, Madeline couldn’t help but notice a young man who seemed to be a bit…out of place. She couldn’t help but smirk – it was easy to assume the woman didn’t know what she was doing, but she could tell it was instead quite the opposite.

“You look like a fish out of water,” She said, her voice light and clearly teasing. "Are you looking for something specific?"

Hearing a cool voice make a clever retort, Alexander turned around to respond with a quip of his own but he stopped in his tracks when he saw a leggy blonde smirking at him. It surprised him for she didn't exactly seem like the average firearm enthusiast. Still, the confident bearing with which she carried herself suggested she was well within her comfort zone. He wondered whether she had a rich father or husband funding her hobby or if she had spent considerable time on the wrong side of the law.

Unsure of her identity or motivations and still paranoid from the recent events he cautiously responded "Fishes look best out of the water , or so a chef I knew would say before serving me a platter." Raising his arms up in confusion he smiled and shrugged before adding "My hands are more suited to cigarettes and microphones than guns." Brushing his hair sheepishly, he wondered if this woman might turn out to be a blessing in disguise. Clutching the cap of the whiskey bottle between his fingers to feel the familiar ridges he continued. "I could use some help to be honest. Though I can't offer much in return but the promise of a tune or two and some passable company for an eve."

Gazing deep into her eyes he cocked his head to a side.The gears spun in his head and the warning bells rang loud, and yet the mysterious allure of this woman was enough to intrigue him beyond reasonable suspicion. With a sly smile he whispered conspiratorially "So Miss, the question is, do you have time to waste away?"

His response was witty enough and it elicited a chuckle from Madeline. She’d made him nervous, she could tell – maybe because she was a woman confident about guns, or maybe just because she was a woman. He talked about microphones and tunes, so she could deduce easily enough that he was some sort of singer. What in the world could he need a weapon for?

When he asked about the time, she glanced at her watch and shrugged slightly. “Enough, I suppose. It’s hours before I’ll be able to get a flight back to the City.” She turned her attention back to the selection of weapons, smiling slightly, more to herself than to the stranger next to her. “You picked the right section of the store at least; I doubt you’d need an African sword or even a shotgun. For handguns, well, I need to know a little more about why you want the thing. I’d assume you’d want some sort of semi-automatic pistol, although if you’re more into appearances you could be interested in a revolver.”

She looked back over at him, smirking. “Do you plan on actually shooting the thing?”

“Do you plan on actually shooting the thing?” She asked with that ever present smirk taunting him no end. The question caused him to pause and consider things seriously. Finally with an amused expression plastered on his face, he replied. "That's a philosophical conundrum I doubt I'll be able to answer till I am faced with the impossible choice."

Rubbing his chin in careful contemplation he added "I don't now if I would be comfortable with something as ostentatious as a semi-automatic pistol or something powerful as a large revolver. " Turning to her again he wondered if he would come to regret being so open with her as he continued "Something reliable and easily concealable would be preferable."

With that he gazed into those mysterious eyes again as the tall blonde nodded in understanding. Curiously he waited for what she would come up with.

Madeline tilted her head slightly, looking at the man. “I think you’re misunderstanding what those words mean. Both revolvers and semi-automatics can be small handguns.” She realized she’d need to break it down for him, show him the differences, so she motioned to the guns in front of her. She picked up a Smith and Wesson M&P .38 Special. Since these were display models, none of them were loaded, nor would they work even if someone tried to load one.

“Take this, for instance. It’s a revolver, but still small enough to stick into your waistband or vest pocket.” She opened the cylinder and spun it. “Revolvers have these. You stick the bullets in, usually anywhere from four to six, depending on the gun, close the cylinder and pull the trigger.” She handed him the Smith and Wesson so he could get a feel for it and then she picked up the next gun.

“A Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless. As you can see, it’s super tiny, designed to be carried and used with ease. It’s still a semi-automatic.” Madeline removed the magazine and held it up. “Semi-automatic weapons have one of these. You load the bullets in the magazine, the magazine in the handle, then pull back the slide to cock it. You can keep several magazines on you and it’s faster to reload than a revolver. It’s also slimmer, so perhaps a bit easier to hide. However, a revolver is simple and easier to learn how to use. Semi-automatics need to be cleaned regularly, a revolver can handle more misuse.”

“There are pros and cons to both. You have to decide which is more appealing to you. Personally, I think you might do better with a small revolver, like the one I showed you. There’s just less that can go wrong with it, to be honest.” She didn’t want to offend the man, but it was clear he knew next to nothing about weapons. Revolvers needed much less upkeep then something like the Colt.

Alexander listened intently as he broke things down for him. A part of him was embarrassed, worried she was concealing her frustration. While she explained he picked up some of the weapons she had pointed out and delicately loaded and unloaded the bullets in them. He pulled back the slide to cock it as she had instructed and heard a metallic click. The weapon felt heavy in his arm, foreign and alien. 

"I see" he said nodding in understanding as he picked up a semi-automatic. It was indeed slimmer but he was not enthused by its shortcomings. "Forgive me but I do not think will be needing too many ...magazines." he said, rolling the strange word in his mouth. Whoever would have thought that ammunition wrapped in metallic casing would be named after bundles of paper full of gossip. The thought elicited a dry chuckle from his throat and he continued "Besides a regular clean up feels like more work than it is worth for an amatuer such as me." His inhibition had begun to disappear the more time they spent together and he was finding himself getting more comfortable with the woman than the weapon.

Placing the gun back he said resolutely "Revolver it is then. Although," He picked one up and tried to balance the weight in his hand as he turned to his head to face her and added "I fear I might need some practice before I am confident in my ability to use one. If only I knew a discrete stranger with time to lose and experience to boot." Adding a playful wink for good measure he awaited her response.

Tony Costa had only started making his way out to the Motor City but had already quickly gained fame with his new club, Motown at Midnight. The amazing AlexanderKnight was the big hype around the place was his phenomenal voice and his passion that went into every show. It was time Tony started checking out the other rackets in town when he overheard MikeyA had a gun shop in town. Being heavily involved in the arms business he made his way over to the see the gentlemen for a face to face. 

Walking inside the store he was greatly surprised in a good way how good business seemed to be and the vast variety of weapons he had for sale. It looked like MikeyA was just finishing up a sale so Tony waited patiently till it was over. 'Now was his shit' he thought to himself as he darted over to the owner. Hand extended and a huge smile across his face he began to introduce himself..

"Hello there, My name is Tony Costa and I hail from Seattle just like you. Can I have a moment of your time?"