-oops XD. I was reading and seemed to have skipped Serinaty's.-
Cosmin sat down and was quite for a while. Then he heard her give him permission. He looked up at her with tortured eyes. "I don't know exactly what I am going to do. They are probably at their hideout. Thanks for the help. Don't worry, I am not going to storm in. Trust me. I'll tell you my plan after I get there," he chuckled. He haad a plan in mind but he wasn't going to share. He needed to do this alone. He would contact her later. He drank his cofee and stood up. "I am going now. I will talk to you later. Thanks again." He put down money for his cup before walking out of the store. He walked into the shady back streets of town and went to a familiar shop with a closed sign on. He checked the handle and saw it was locked. He took out a pin and easily fixed his probelm. He waltz in as the bells rang.
"I'm closed! can't ye read?" called a gruff voice.
"Aww, don't be like that. I came all this way to see you old friend." A man in his old age came out of the curtain and squinted at him. "Sly Fox! Didn think you'd be comin round here after you made nice with dem cops," the old man complained and sat down.
"I turned a new leaf. I need a gun," Cosmin continued. The old man smiled and went over to a counter. "Ah. Hope you comin back to this side of things."
"No. You say one word however, you are dead. I saved you from the cops and I don't mind throwing you at them if you say a word about me," Cosmin hissed, his eyes instantly going cold. The man nodded with a shudder and handed him a gun. "Good luck Sly." Cosmin took the gun and paid for it before leaving the store. It was time to hunt. He got into his car and drove to his hold hide away.
He walked in cautious and kept a lazy hand on his gun. It was just like he remembered it. Old, with holes decorating the walls and dust was everywhere. He took a step and the floor board whined under his weight, giving away to his presence to anyone near.