You hear a car engine outside your house. Curious, you open the shades of your curtain. The driver's side door opens, and you spot Mark, wearing his bear mask. As his arms dealer, you expect he'll be buying again.

Hey, got a minute? We need to talk business.

Mark reaches into his jacket, handing you an envelope stuffed with bills.

I need some serious firepower. The kind that'll pack a real punch.

The Fans have a big job coming up. We need the best gear to get it done right.

You can hook us up, right?

Mark's gaze bores into you through the eye sockets of his mask.

I trust you've got the good stuff. No room for anything less than the best.

A pause, then a hint of amusement creeps into his tone.

So, what do you have for me?