[center][color=cyan][h1]Riley Ridgeway[/h1][/color]
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[i]Location: The Shooting Range[/i][/center]
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[color=cyan]"Sounds like a plan to me then."[/color] Riley said with a soft smile as she followed shortly behind Roy as they left their private shooting range, she looked around the other private lanes for a moment as Roy led the way. She was getting a feeling that some nosey reporter will somehow get wift of her getting a gun permit somehow as she walked through the building. Riley ran a hand through her hair as she looked at the door with the word 'permits' on it. Riley started to wonder how her parents would actually react to her handling a gun when she was a lot younger, Riley stood a few feet behind Roy looking at the guy behind the counter.

Riley looked between the two men the man behind the counter seemed to know Roy, eyeing the man up and down for a moment she could just get the prepper vibe from him. He probably had some kind of fallout shelter outside the city with a stash load of guns, and a crap load of canned food. When Roy mentioned her and waved her over to come up to the counter, she nodded as she walked over and looked between the two men. [color=cyan]"I take it that the two of you know each other?"[/color]