Carnival having had some experience in owning an establishment he had in mind of opening, thought of a perfect place where he wanted to set it up, at the edge of the town, known only to those who knew where to look for the things they needed the most for this thing of ours, the mafia network wasn't much reliable at that current time but from one to another it could have been known in no time.

The joint was battered, the cash given for a piece of junk place like that were more than enough, maybe too much. But Carnival didn't care about the battered barely staying on it's feet building he wanted the location where it was standing on, demolishing took place at that exact day, had prepared for this beforehand so things go smooth and fast and get open for business.

One of his old pal's helped him up with weapon's merchandise, all taken from the black market in Soviet Union at high and low price as well, being sold in America for Average price. Carnival had in mind of giving away for a few days as a celebration for opening up the new Gun shop. The construction took place the next day, demolishing took a day to be successful, it wasn't a big, two stored building and wasn't too wide, half a day was enough to get the whole thing demolished and the truckers be on their way with the junk.

Construction took time, three months passed, Carnival had never thought he had to wait that long, there were many workers but sometimes things can't be rushed either, he bared it. Three whole months had passed, in that time he went from time to time to look at what would be the Gun Shop he had planned all along, it came out nicely the architecture blueprint for the establishment was made by his own hands. Nothing special just rooms here and there and the second floor kept as an open space for try outs for the guns. Walls with reinforced windows on the outside and slightly decorated on the inside. The front desk was placed right ahead of the main door. Four rooms, each separated from one another having their own set of weapons placed inside them.

The first room holding the pistols, replicated all the brand, in a set of rows nailed to the wall on all three sides. The second room had the semi-automatic weapons, and the third were held how Carnival would have liked to say, the little big toys.

Carnival having finished putting the last things in order, takes a look at the list of weapons on top of a weapon cache placed by his friend who had provided him with everything.

-Lets see.. It's good alright.. All i need is a tank now...

Pistols

Ballester-Molina HAFDASA

Browning Model 1922(Model 1910/1922)

Ceska Zbrojovka

Nambu Type 14

Colt Police Positive .38 S&W/.32 Long Colt

Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless .380 ACP

FN 1900/Colt 1903/Savage 1907 .32 ACP

FN 1905 Vest Pocket/Colt 1908 Vest Pocket .25 ACP

Smith and Wesson M&P .38 Special.

Colt M1911 .38 Super

Colt M1911 .45 ACP

Pistolet wz.35 Vis (Radom)

Welrod (Assassin's Pistol)

Semi-Automatic And Automatic Weapons

Model 1919 Patent Model SPAR915

Model 1920 SPAR914

Garand's Model 1921 SPAR7013

Model 1923 SPAR916

U.S. RIFLE GARAND T1 .30

U.S. RIFLE T3 GARAND .276

US Semiautomatic Rifle, M1

Tommy Gun

Savage Arms M720

MP38 (Maschinenpistole 38)

Winchester Model 70

 

Machine Guns, Grenades, Mortars, etc. (Heavy weapons

5cm leichte Granatwerfer 36 (leGrW 36)

8cm schwere Granatwerfer 34 (GrW 34)

Boys ATR

Breda Modello 30 (Breda 30)

F1 (Hand Grenade - Soviet)

Fabrique Nationale FN M2HB

Fabrique Nationale FN Mle D (BAR)

Flammenwerfer 35 (FmW 35)

Lahti L-39

M1 Thompson (Tommy Gun)

Maschinengewehr Modell 34 (MG34)

Maschinengewehr Modell 15 (MG15)

Model 39 Eihandgranate (Mod39) (Egg Hand Grenade)

Carnival goes outside the gun shop, putting a name on the open sign and nailing it on the wooden door.

Paradise Gun Store, open for Business.

Carnival takes in his hand a beretta model pistol, it wasn't set on the list on purpose so that it would stay exclusive only to few customers. Having the free time, sat on his desk, dismantling the weapon and cleaning it inside out with a rag. When finishing, he puts it under his desk.

Looks at the create of the grenades, thinking that he needed to put them in their place. Heavy, but someone had to do it. Stopping half way thought of keeping them close by for example purposes, chuckles that he didn't think of it before he started walking with a heavy load, turns back putting them on the corner from where he was.

Carnival walks his way to his chair at the main desk, his radio being placed at the edge of it, a beautiful song playing at that very moment called Strange fruit by Billie Holiday, rises the volume to it's fullest enjoying the music as he lowers his hat shutting his eyes, trying to get few minutes of sleep.

As Miss_Senza wanders around her eye catches a new store. She walks closer towards it and reads Paradise Gun Store. "An extra gun could come handy in my future endeavours", she mumbles. She decides to take a look inside and opens the door. Behind the counter she notices a young man cleaning a gun. She walks up to him and smiles.

"Hello sir. I am in need of an extra gun. It should be small and easy to handle. What can you suggest me?"

He opens his eyes, from hearing the bell at the top of the door ringing. Rises his hat slightly to catch a look at her, a beautiful lady had walked in and it was someone who he knew perfectly well.

Chuckles as he lowers the volume of the music.

-Why hello there ma'am. I'd love to enjoy your pizza's again anytime soon.

Puts in a faint smile on lips. Hears her request carefully.

-My first suggestion would have to be Ceska, it's small and reliable, durable as well. A whole case of clips goes with it of course. It will be on the house.

Miss_Senza listens to what Carnival has to say and smiles.

"Well feel free to step in any time you like one" winks

"Can I put a silencer on it aswell? Sometimes it's better not to make a lot of noise you know," She says as she looks him into his eyes.

As he was was giving her a glance, chuckles lightly having thought the same thought as her that a silencer would have been a nice addition to that gun, it was small and reliable at that too.

-I was thinking the same thing. The edge is good enough for a silencer. Should work out pretty well.

The bottom shelf of his main desk had some useful stuff that he had put on, few of those were silencers. Grabs a hold of it, putting it on top of the table.

-Alright, a ceska with a silencer, would you like anything else ma'am?

As I walked up inside the bar, I found Carnival in mid-conversation with Miss_Senza. He was showing a her a pistol by the looks of it. So I nodded a hello trying not distract him from his business. And while I waited around, I started peeking into different rooms.

"Man you got some serious fire-power in here" I said when Carnival was less busy.

"Listen do you do repairs, too?"

Carnival had noticed S56 enter the Store, as he was dealing with Senza, couldn't talk freely with other customers at the same time. After few second of setting senza up, told her to wait for a second and she could watch in mean time the other merchandise maybe there would have been something else that might catch her interest.

Just as he was about to make his way to S56, he spoke to Carnival if he was doing repairs as well.

-Well look who showed up. Thanks for busting me out of all those jails up til now.

Chuckles.

-I got all these from one hell of a guy that he got them from another hell of a guy, wasn't cheap but i made it happen somehow. Back to your question. Yes, i can repair as well. You have anything in you that needs unscrambling?

"Well look who showed up. Thanks for busting me out of all those jails up til now." Carnival said.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, someone had to do it, might as well have been me"

Then I gently brought out my M1911 from the back of my waist, placed it on the counter and continued:

"Lately, every time I pull the trigger it makes an annoying little tick sound from under the bullet chamber. There is nothing wrong with its performance, but the tick has got on my nerves. I tried disassemble it and put it back together, to no avail. couldn't find what was wrong with it. Oh and also."

even the thought made me grimace. I grabbed the back of my shirt that was tucked into my pants, turned it around to show it to Carnival.

"See this nasty stain? Gunpowder. When I place my gun in my back after a few shot it leaves this big, uncleanable black mark on my white shirts. Is there some way to make this thing less messy?"

Chuckles as he was talking to S56, old times were gold and Carnival cherished his memories with his close friends the most. Looks at the pistol being placed on top of the desk. The second S56 mentioned about gunpowder leaking out of the pistol he knew what it was wrong.

-A leak, huh. Well it happens when they get old, even these toys have a lifespan. The problem is the magazine, or probably a leak from another place, it would be a hassle to unscrew it and look for it, i don't mind but it'll fail on you again after few weeks of use. If i were you, i would replace it with a beretta. I have one under my desk actually put it there early. There are some weapons off the list so it's one of my special babies. What do you say?

My disposition got a bit blue after hearing Carnivals explanation.

"Well, you see that gun used to belong to my old man. kinda sentimental and stuff about it."

then I sighed thinking of the good times with that gun.

"Guess you're right though, I may just have pulled that trigger once too many times. Tell me about this Beretta it seems all kinds of special."

Understanding where he was coming from but couldn't be done much for that piece, the performance might have been undamaged but sooner or later that leak would have made a mess of everything inside it and fixing it at that time would have resulted in only of few weeks before it got damaged again, screwing and unscrewing itself breaks metal up.

-It has served you well, keep it as a memento at least while it is still operational.

Opens up the bottom shelf of the desk where he had put the beretta, the case was next to it he just didn't have the time to put it in the box when Senza showed up and just left it close to it. The magazines were already inside, grabs the gun, opens up the case, puts it gently inside.

-A beretta custom made 1930. It is a little bit bigger but packs a punch and silencer is available for anything shady, already put inside. Payment, it's on the house.

"I'm already thinking about a neat little place I can put it." I said as Carnival put the beretta in a casing.

"On the house?! I'm not taking anything if it's on the house. something special like this should have special price. that'll just make it more special."

"mind if I picked it up?" I said right before reaching in the casing a raising the gun in one quick motion, trying to feel it's wight.

"wohoo, this gotta weigh almost half as much as M1911. and shorter."

Then I gripped it more firmly and pointed it to the ground.

"Love this little thingy on the bottom, gives it a nice grip."

I placed the bretta back in the case, turned to Carnival and said:

"How much is it worth?"

Having a hard time not to be rude to the people that were stubborn on their end, this time Carnival had no choice but to refuse his offer. The case was ready for him to pick it up.

-You don't need to pay anything, i keep stuff like these around just in case for occasions like these. You don't need to worry about the pay, my friend.

I couldn't help but smile happily. So I just picked the case and held it firmly.

"Alright, I'll take it. It's a beautiful piece. Thank you man appreciate it."

Then I shook Carnival's hand and headed for the exit. placing the M1911 along the back of my waist for the last time and holding Bretta case in my hand.

Chuckles, returning his hands shake back at him.

-Feel free to drop by again if there is anything you need.

Before going to an arranged meeting in a shady part of Detroit Ill checked his firearm noticing he was low on ammo. He went to the airport to his rented locker opened it up and searched his travel bag realizing they were sitting on his bed back in Philly, he forgot to bring them. Ill smacked himself on his forehead and had to figure out what he was gonna do as he was headed to a rough neighborhood.

As he left the airport he walked over to the taxi area and to the first driver he saw. He leaned down and said. "Hey Pal I need a lift to the nearest gun shop in town."

The driver looked at him and said "What is this some kind of joke?"

"No actually quite serious, why would you think its a joke?" asked Ill

The driver pointed down the road and said "Cause its within walking distance, right over there."

Ill looked and could just see it off in the distance, he grabbed a roll of cash from inside his jacket and pealed off a few bills dropping them on the drivers lap than headed off to the store.

As he made his entrance he looked around noticing all kinds of toys that were on his wish list. He made his rounds through the pistol room than walked into the next room where he could see a Tommy Gun on display just through the next door. He excitely went over and began just gazing at it imagining all the damage that could be done with it. A salesman came over and picked it up bringing it over so he could get a closer look. 

"Here get a hands on feel!" says the worker

Thinking about grabbing the gun he said "No no I'm just here for some ammo. These fine weapons will distract you" he said laughing

"What kind of ammo are you looking for?" asked the salesman

Ill grabbed his revolover took a bullet out and showed it to the man. "Now I know these rounds are hard to get, I have to special order this brand when in Philly."

The worker took the round and started to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Ill asked

"They are being special oredered from here we are the only supplier in the US that stocks them." He said as he walked into the other room grabbing a box of ammo than brought it back over by the register.

Ill went over looked at tte box "Well damn it I guess I will just be stopping in here for now on." 

He paid for his items than made sure his weapon was fully loaded before moving on trying not to be late for his meeting.

Looks at Carnival.

"Great! And that will be all for now. Free you said? I can't take this with me for free. Tell me what you owe me? " smiles

Having dealt with few customers that had come and gone, looks at Senza for a few seconds.

-I'll glare at you missy if you continue to say to me that. I'll put a price after few days on my "whole" list of weapons, when i do you can pay or whatever for now, just take that piece and go kill something with it, you'll make me proud that way.

Chuckles lightly, having been frustrated with people asking Carnival on how much his weapons cost even though he had stated that they were free for the next couple of days, but in general, he was grateful that the store started to get busy this quick.

smiles

'Well if you insist I will just take it with me" winks as she puts her new gun, silencer and case of clips into her purse.

"But this month you'll get your pizza's for free!" Miss_Senza says on her way out.