Stay hidden till they go away.

Standing you open your hand and find you were still clutching the $3000 in your hand that you promised the shop keeper. “Well that's something at least.” You say quietly as you reflect on the past couple of days. “Fuck me. I suck.” You spend the next twenty minutes wondering around the store just looking at shit with no real intention or purpose. Then you spot a roll of black electrical tape and have to suppress a little giggle as you remember a poster you once saw. Lifting up your basically transparent shirt you rip off 4 little strips of tape and with a little fiddling you soon have a pair of black x's covering your nipples. Pulling down the shirt once again you finally feel just a hair less trashy. “There. Fuck I need to find a gun.” With that slight glimmer of hope, you head to the back of the store and sure enough they have a hunting section. The selection doesn't exactly scream “Operative” or whatever you are supposed to be, but it will have to do. With a little work with your nifty nails you soon have the case unlocked and start picking through what they have till you find something with promise. You eventually settle on a .44 magnum revolver that you can't even tell what brand it is, a .45 1911 style semi-auto made in China, a little .32 cal pocket pistol that might really be a Colt but looks old as fuck, a tiny 5 shot snub nose .38 that seems to weigh nothing but looks metal, and finally a big old revolver with huge fucking bullets, that sadly your computer doesn't know what it is, and you don't see any markings that tell what caliber is either, but with a little work, mabye you can figure something out.

Then it dawns on you, you have no pockets or anything. “Awe shit. Damn I am dumb.” Leaving them lying on the counter, you head back into the store and find a duffel bag to at least stuff them in for now. It doesn't take long before you find something in the camping section, and soon you are scooping them in the bag. Then over to the bullets to grab 4 boxes of each type of ammo. After a dozen or so boxes you finally figure out the big revolver seems to actually be a .28 gauge shotgun, and as each box only holds 20 you grab 5. Soon you have a second bag stuffed and you look at the pile of stuff. “Ya, maybe this is a bit silly. Looking around again you find a selection of used long guns, “Ok now those are cool. That can kill some freak I am sure of it.” It takes a pair of really big bolt cutters, and all of your enhanced strength to get into the rifle case but once you do you are fondling the big guns trying to decide what to get. Finally you make up your mind and slip on a running jacket you find that looks cute, and has 4 big pockets that seem pretty sturdy. You also find a shoulder harness rig for one of the guns, as well as one designed to be concealed in a pocket that fits either the .32 or the .38. Looking the two over you decide the .32 holds 3 more bullets and has 3 clips so it is the better choice and slip it first into the holster, then drop it into the right front pocket of the jacket. Next you try each gun in the shoulder holster and decide to go with the biggest bang and put the .28 gauge shotgun revolver in the holster and dump a handful of 25 bullets in the left front pocket of the jacket. Scooping the rest of the pistols up, you toss them in the bags and go back over to the long guns to pick something out. Your computer tells you some stuff about each of them, but you don't really know a lot about any of them, but finally you decide to grab two of them, a rifle and a shotgun. The rifle is a lever action .22 magnum, straight out of a western movie, that seems simple enough. You load it by dumping the bullets in a tube under the barrel and just flick the lever to load and bang bang. Opening the box you pull forward the tube and keep dumping them in till it seems full at 11 bullets. The other nice thing about it, is it is cute, doesn't weigh much, and the bullets are small but magnum so clearly powerful, so you can carry a bunch without bulging out your jacket. You slip the box that had 100 bullets in it in the pocket inside of the jacket and loop the gun over your shoulder on it's sling. The shotgun is also pretty simple. You push a little switch it opens, put in two bullets, one in each barrel that sit side by side, close it and fire, easy. The one you pick says it is a 12 gauge, so you grab 3 boxes of ammo for it also and stuff them in the bag. Then to make the gun smaller, and remembering a movie that did it, you find a saw and cut off most of the barrel and stock covering the cut wood in back with the black electrical tape you used on your tits, and wrap it till it is nice and smooth. Finding no good place to put this gun, and a little intimidated by the size of the bullets, you toss it into the bag with all of the bullets. Then on the way out you notice a long thin chain belt that has a couple of hooks on it that looks kinda cool. A little fiddling with it, and a couple of hooks, you figure out a way to loop the belt around your waist and you figure if you are going somewhere really dangerous, you can just hang the little sawed off shotgun on it. Finally satisfied you hoist up the two bags carrying your haul, and head out the front door. Looking around you remember your car is back at the shop. Figuring the cops have surely found it by now, you set to work trying to find another vehicle to steal. After walking a block toward the area you are sure has a few bars, you spot something that catches you a bit by surprise. Sitting there is an orange and black old muscle car that just screams bad ass that is for sale for only $4000, not only that, the owner is sitting there on the front porch drinking a beer right now.