Site of Majestic Arms Ltd.
Holt's eyes went from looking up at the camera that was pointing down at him to the obese man sitting behind the counter. He was middle aged, with his brown hair slowly giving way to the white of time. Holt smiled softly, shaking his head. "No, actually. I was just looking around," He admitted. "I've never really gotten into guns before and always passed this place on the way to work. I just wanted to pop in and see if I'm ready to take the plunge of... you know, actually taking pride in my rights."
The man's eyes widened and he slapped his hand down on the table. "Well, you came to the right place. What's your name, son?"
"Peck. Gregory Peck."
"Mr. Peck, Majestic Arms Ltd. is one of the largest gun stores on Staten Island. You'll never find a place with more professional staff than here. Here, why don't we take a look at a few potential guns. What are you looking for, if I may ask?"
"Honestly, I have... I have no idea." Holt replied, feigning embarrassment. "You'd think I'd know, considering that I grew up hunting in Alban-.."
"Albany!" The man cried. "You grew up hunting in Albany?! Well, why didn't you say so, son? Anyone from Albany is a friend of mine. If it's guns you're looking for, maybe I could interest you in one of these sidearms?" He gestured to the glass counter. Holt leaned against the countertop, looking through the protected glass at the shiny handguns that stood proudly on their stands. "As you can see here, every race and ethnicity is proudly presented. We have Berreta, Colt, Roogor, Hecklar and Coke..."
Holt winced at the poor pronunciation.
"Glock and Smith and Wesson... you know, anything you could ever want if you want a handgun!"
"What about those?" Holt asked innocently, gesturing to the rifles behind the man.
"Oh these? Good eye! You're looking at our M1As, our AR-15s, here we have a Mossberg 12 Gauge for some big game-..."
His voice faded away as Holt focused on looking around the gunstore. The layout was that of a giant rectangle (with a shooting range in the back) and there were cameras pointed at every angle throughout the store. The windows and doors were probably reinforced and judging from the sign at the front, there was also an alarm system. A fairly loud alarm system if his year's burglaring in Albany ever told him anything. This wasn't going to be anything quiet. If Holt wanted to get his fair share from this, this job was going to be a night job... and it was going to be loud... and if it needed to be pulled off, he'd need more than himself.
Maybe it'd be good to call in a few of his "hunting buddies" from up in Albany.
"-... this one's our Berretta CX4. Brand new, just came in a few weeks ag-.."
"You know, maybe this isn't the time to get a gun." Holt interjected politely. "I just came in to think on it, but I think I'll be holding off for now."
"Oh...! Well... thanks for coming in anyways!" The man said awkwardly, setting down the polymer rifle that he was holding in his oversized arms.
"Thank you for having me," Holt said. "I promise you'll see me again soon!"
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Majestic Arms Ltd. Cased Out
Three (3) NPCs to be used on the job
Frederick "Bozo" Peters, hunting buddy, as an NPC: Holt's former burglary partner. Useful with smashing things with a hammer.
Keenan "Giggles" Goff, hunting buddy, as an NPC: Holt's former burglary partner. Useful with smashing things with a hammer.
Joseph "Bubbles" Cicero, hunting buddy, as an NPC: Holt's former burglary partner. Useful with a gun.
Critique: New to all of this