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After a long, silent, and awkward walk, we reach the gunsmith’s building downtown. ‘Friedrich’s Armaments & Ammunition’ read the sign overhead. There was nothing particularly spectacular about this building. It blended in with all the others on the street. A hardware store sat on the left of the building and a video rental on the right. Both adjacent buildings proudly displayed their ‘Open’ signs in the broad daylight outside. This one however remained closed. The street was rather busy at this hour, and cars continued to drive by our building as we stood before the locked entrance. The hours listed on the

I stood there, staring at the bar, for a good five minutes.  I knew it was a trap, it had to be, but at the same time this was my only lead. Several cars drove by, their drivers gawking at me while I prepared myself.  I took a deep breath and began to cross the road.  I reached down and felt the weapon holstered at my side, taking comfort in its presence. As I got closer, I noticed a brand new window in the door to the Truth in Shadows.  The window still had factory stickers on it.  Recalling a few nights before, I felt guilty for having shot out the poor guy’s window. I entered the shady bar.  The lighting was much dimmer than usual