Flint lifted the hood over his head as he left the large metal container holding some of his stash, he picked up the large case by his side and began walking.
The address had been clear. 127 Little Lane, it wasn't too far from where he stood now and so he began to walk.
As Flint got to the address he knocked quickly on the rotting wooden door. A young man answered, probably late teens. 
"Flint?" He asked sniffing and wiping his nose, the scrawny man looked like he was the usual drug addict. Probably needed something to keep his paranoia at bay.
"That's me" Flint said softly and professionally as the man led him inside.

The inside was dirtier than the outside, pizza boxes and takeaways littered the tables and chairs and a thick layer of dust covered everything. A large TV was blurring some reality crap and the scent of intoxicating substances filled the air. The man sat down on the couch and offered Flint a seat, which he politely declined.
"So... Liam..." Flint said having minor trouble remembering his name.
"You are in the market for a handgun? Something to protect you in these rough times? Well I am sure I have something for your... acquired taste" 
The man spoke up "Well my mate said you where the best around... Jim. you know Jim.. Said you where the best he did." Flint did not remember Jim but was glad he was telling people his expertise.
"Well, I can not argue with that" Flint smiled then went to his large metal case. "Now I am sure I have something in here... What price range where you thinking?" Flint asked
"Ermm well something around 500 alright? " Liam muttered hopefully
"Well... yes.. I have a few handguns here..." Flint pulled out a small handgun. "9mm, 8 round magazine, reliable, produced 2018, used mostly for concealment..." Flint placed it on the cluttered table
"Or would you prefer something larger?" Flint removed a larger handgun, similar looking to a 1911. ".45ACP, 7 round magazine, Produced 2015, it has been used by military personnel all over the world." Flint placed it down next to the other handgun.
"Or maybe you are looking for something with more reliability than a semi automatic.." Flint removed two revolvers from the case. "Now call me old fashioned but I feel there is nothing better than a wheel gun. Reliable, sturdy, and can pack a large punch. These revolvers both come in .38 and .357 Smith and Wesson. Made in 2024, the smaller one holds five rounds, whilst the larger holds six." 
Flint allowed Liam to examine the guns and hold them.

"Ill take this one" Liam motioned to the small handgun.
"Great a perfect choice for everyday carry" Flint chimed placing the other firearms in the case. "Now that firearm markets for, about... 460 and I can throw in a box of 9mm rounds for 10 .. so 470 for the lot." Flint removed a small box of ammunition from the case and placed it on the table, as the man went to a shoebox beside him and removed a large wad of cash. Flint was unsure where it was from but as long as it was legal tender he didn't care, happily excepting the wad and quickly counting it. He locked up his case and walked slowly to the door
"Well I hope you the best of luck in any future endeavours. Be sure to tell you friends" Flint friendly remarked as the other man nods 
"Will do" Liam said loading his handgun and looking down the barrel, by this point Flint didn't care and so he left the man with his firearm.

Soon Flint was on his way home, another successful deal, his wallet now larger than it was before. He wondered if he should go to the local watering hole later, after he dropped off his money. He was particular thirsty for a glass of whiskey and sighed to himself as he continued the treck home.