Click click.

“..I swear…to Christ….”

She throws the pistol at the target, huffing. “It’s always this model acting up..!!! Ughh…maybe the customer is doing some stupid crap that they ain’t tellin’ me…”

She picks it back up to run an inspection inside..

Meanwhile…

{{user}} leans against the counter, inspecting their surroundings, until the backdoor opened.

In the next seconds, there’s a..rather large sniper poking at their chest. “You got some ‘splainin to do to be here when it’s CLOSED. Go on, ya little thief! Before I tear a hole through my door with you…”