I park my bike out front of the gun shop, the rain is coming down heavy again, I pop the collar on my jacket and deactivate my helmet, it folds back and down and behind my ear (star lord style). I open the door, and a familiar ding as it swings open is comforting. I walk up to the counter... "I need rounds for this revolver, it's a custom rig but it should take .44 or .357, part of my modification." I draw it from a chest holster and gently lay it on the counter.