Emmy stands at the counter, staring at the product below her.

"I'll take this one." She tells the owner. He nods and slides her a form to fill out.

"Fill out this form and then you'll get your license in the mail within the next thirty days." He smiles.

She shakes her head. "Thirty days?" She asks. "That's ridiculous. I need it now."

The man shrugs and hands her a pen. "That's the law unfortunately."

"Fuck the law!" Emmy slams her fists on the glass countertop and storms out of the shop, determined to get what she needs elsewhere.

She walks down the street with purpose, searching her phone for a very specific number. She dials it and gives him an address to pick her up at. She is in need to see his supply.

The unnamed man picks her up at her desired location and drives her to an area of town that has been under construction for many years. The city refuses to pay for the work to be finished and the foundations have sat in that spot, waiting to be completed ever since.

Emmy hops out of the van and walks around to the back. The man unlocks it and the doors swing open to reveal his supply.

"How's Andrew been?" The man asks, moving towels and sheets to reveal his stash.

"Dead." Emmy replies bluntly. The man turns to look at her, devastated for a moment.

"Shit, really?" He asks. Emmy nods. "He owed me six grand!" He slaps his palms at his sides, angry that he is never going to get any of that money back. "You didn't happen to know if he had any of my drugs on him, did you?"

Emmy shakes her head. "He was clean when they brought him in."

"Damn. Who did him in?"

Emmy shrugs. "It's probably better if you stopped asking questions. You know how the boys can be when too much information gets out." She smiles, referring to the gang Andrew and he used to work for.

"Girl, you right. Let me get back on track. I picked up a new set this morning. Check it out. You're in luck. First pick." He smiles with joy as he shows her his stock. He beams like a proud dad looking at his son.

"Alright. This is what I'm taking about. Give me one of these and one of those."

"What do you need it for?" He asks.

"I need to protect what's mine and a little revenge along the way won't hurt." Emmy plays with the weapons in the trunk.

"I love me some revenge stories. Take this one. It's just what you need. Who you trying to get revenge on? It looks like you got beat up real bad." He asks, rubbing his palms together.

"It's better if you don't know." She warns him, taking her newly acquired weapons and heading home.

A/N: thoughts?