Tricked

She smiled at him and inched closer, pressing against the counter.

"What do you have for me?" she asked.

"W-we have automatic rifles, grenades, knifes, all the things you may need. What is it that you're looking for Miss?"

She grabbed his collar with one hand and brought his face to hers. "I want you."

"Wh-"

With the other hand she gripped the hair on the back of his head. In an instant, he laid on the floor with a blood covered face and a crack on his counter. She turned away and flipped the sign on the store front to 'closed'.

So far getting weapons wasn't a problem.