The year was 1992, in the heart of South Central Los Angeles, California, United States. It was April 30th, and the riots were still spreading mayhem on the population of Los Angeles County, all stemming from the Rodney King case, which set off an unfolding series of events. Citizens were dispersed by outraged thugs and frustrated citizens, and law enforcement was finding it difficult to stabilize the situation. With a cigarette on his lips and a hunting rifle firmly clutched, a store owner bravely stood over the roof of a Market amid the sounds of distant gunfire, blazing fires, and car alarms. Blowing a puff of smoke, he looked out at the far-off streets and urban areas.

"..."

As he adjusted the bridge of his glasses, the man remained silent and squinted. He adjusted his position and observed a car sloppily swerve away along the side of the road. The man chuckled to himself, nevertheless, he was more cautious now compared to earlier, peeking up with both of his hands gripping the gun more tightly than before.

"Bah... I am-eh not afraid to uphold the Second Amendment..."