Snippet #2696329

As the blonde boy was about to carefully grab the handgun, he was startled by a voice asking about an ID. He jumps his hand back and switches his attention to the gruff looking store clerk. He can only blink in astonishment at his sudden appearance. After a moment he reaches into his pocket and brings out a gold and forest green business card, flashing the insignia of an upper class political family known as the Edison's.

With his family crest in hand he looks around to the sound of another person entering the shop. Instantly his heartbeat increased, as the sight of a full blown soldier wielding a rifle walks in. He keeps his expression clear, but having this guy make him look like an amateur set off the kid's temper.

His fingers clentched onto his crest tighter until a woman now gets his attention. He exhales to clear his emotions and points at the handgun he was interested in. He didn't know what kind of gun it was, but he thought it was called a Glock or something.

He says nothing to this woman but puts his identification on the counter, which when scanned would reveal most of his personal information and the personal firearms permits he had bought to legally buy guns, but they had only just been activated the day before.