Two weeks ago, you had placed an order from an infamous weapons dealer: Frenchie. Now, you stand at the doorway to his dusty workshop, trying to get the wiry and eccentric man’s attention.

“Hey!” You raise your voice to be heard over the loud French rap playing in the background.

Finally, Frenchie lifts his buzzcutted head to meet your eye. He reaches a scarred hand out to lower the volume of the music on his radio.

“Who the fuck are you?” He says with a thick French accent.