The Spanish Story

Chapter five

The hotel room is quiet, with nothing but the sound of the birds outside and the sound of an old air conditioning unit turning off and on. Then BAM BAM!! A loud knock is heard at the door. Ricky springs awake and sits up in his bed from the noise. He then reached over to his nightstand, grabbed his 1911 out of its holster, and pointed it at the door. He then said, "Who is it?" Then, a woman's voice was heard on the other side of the door saying, "Housekeeping." Ricky then lowered his gun and shouted, "Come back later!" He then got out of bed and got dressed. Once presentable, he would gather his items and make his way to the Trans-Am. Once he sat down inside his car, he reflected on the day before and figured that since this story was on the news, his supplier would cut him as a seller/ representative. But Ricky would take yesterday's events as a blessing in disguise since he planned on cutting the pawnshop owner out of the deals anyways.

Still, though Ricky had the problem of a lack of money and no buyers, he also did not have a supplier to provide him with firearms. Besides the little he had left from the deal that fell through. But Ricky was determined to get back out there selling, especially if he wanted to eat for the night. So, he posted an ad on the online marketplace to sell firearms. He hoped the police would not take it as a chance for a sting operation.

Ricky still needed a supplier or some way to get guns without money. Then, while pondering how to get a supplier, an idea came to him. And with what little money Ricky had left, he went off and purchased a suit and tie. He then parked his car outside the local bank in Sandy Shores on Route 68. He looked over himself in the mirror before proceeding to the local bank. Once inside the bank, he walked up to the teller and asked. "Who can I talk to about getting a business loan?" She, the teller behind the desk then, pointed at the door that read manager on the front of it, then said: "The bank manager, but you have to wait. He is in a meeting right now." Ricky then sat in the waiting room and looked around at the other patriots depositing or withdrawing money, and he pondered what their business of trade was. And if anyone was as bad-intentioned as he was. After about five minutes, the bank manager opened his office door and invited Ricky inside.

The manager was a clear chain smoker and looked under a lot of stress, as his shaking and fast speech would suggest. Ricky would sit across the desk from the manager and then tell him about his business and the loan amount he needed. "Now, what is a must-have item for every person on earth, the item that makes them feel safe? Guns, so I am here offering you the chance to help me keep your town safe. I am asking for a thirty thousand dollar loan to open a local gun store."

The bank manager looked at Ricky with an output gaze and said. " Look, sir, this crap town has a high crime rate, and I'm sure it would love to have another gun store, but. We already have one, and not only between the certifications and the permits. Your store would have no chance! I'm sorry, but we, as a bank, can't take that risk. Now, if that is all, have a good day." The manager then got up and opened the office door for Ricky to leave. Ricky would leave upset and irritated, but on his way out of the bank, he walked through the parking lot and keyed what he assumed was the bank manager's car.

As Ricky got in his Trans-Am, he received a text message from an interested buyer. Even though he was still off-put by the bank manager, he agreed to meet with the buyer. He arranged to meet with him by the train tracks on the other side of Joshua Road near Sandy Shores; the buyer would agree to these arrangements. Ricky was hoping that at least something in the trunk and the last of his stock would pique the buyer's interest. Once night fell, Ricky found himself at the meeting spot waiting for this new customer who was behind schedule. Ricky contemplated whether or not he should leave or if it might be another setup. But before he could make up his mind, a stranger dressed in all black pulled up to Ricky on their all-black dirt bike. Ricky, leaning on the side of his car, looked up at the stranger and said, "You the one that contacted me about the airsoft gear?" The stranger turned off their bike and said, "I assume you are Ricky Spanish." Ricky then started walking towards the back of his car. Then, as he opened the trunk, he said, " The one and only." Once the trunk was open, it would reveal numerous firearms, such as the Glock 45, Ruger 57, and a Taurus 856. It was also accompanied by rifles and shotguns such as the PSAK-47, CZ-USA 628, and the classic AK-47. Ricky hoped that one of these fine pieces of weaponry would catch the buyer's eye. The buyer asked Ricky if he had any SMGs or UZIs, to which Rickey would present the buyer with the Ruger 57, the closest item to an SMG or UZI he had.

Ricky said, "This fine weapon right here is as good as an SMG. It is small and easy to conceal and can hold twenty rounds. Its barrel length is 4 inches. It has little recoil to accompany its semi-auto fire rate. It uses a 5.7x28mm caliber, and its shots are fast and precise." The buyer then asks to hold the gun, which Ricky allows. He starts to inspect the firearm closer, taking a look down sight and inspecting the slide. While doing so, Ricky says. "For an extra two hundred dollars, I can add a suppressor, extended magazine, or anything else you might want on that gun." The buyer replies, "Ya, the pistol is fine, but I would like something more rifle-like than the Pistol. Ricky then took the Ruger 57 out of the buyer's hand and placed it back in its case. He then reached for the PSAK-47. He then presented it to the man, handing it over to him. " This is the PSAK-47. It is an American take on the AK-47. The weapon holds a rate of fire of six hundred rounds per minute if it is on full auto and a rate of fire of forty rounds per minute with Semi-auto on.

The firing range of the rifle is up to three hundred and fifty meters. And the prime reason you should get it is foldable stock so you can shoot off your dirt bike." The buyer replies, "I will take it!" Ricky answered, "Great, the gun is five hundred, the magazine is an extra fifty, and the ammunition is a dollar a round. All extra modifications cost two hundred dollars such as sights or suppressors." Ricky then handed the weapon over to the buyer, followed by two magazines and one hundred and fifty rounds of ammo. The buyer then pulled a white envelope out from his inner jacket pocket and handed it over to Ricky, to which he counted out seven hundred and fifty dollars. The buyer then started his dirt bike and left. Ricky was leaning against his car, satisfied with the deal that just took place and the amount he could score. Granted, it was not much, but it was enough for him to buy food and more guns.

Ricky then placed the money in his car and walked back to close his trunk. As soon as he closed the trunk, he heard Bop! Bop! Bop! Bop! He took cover next to his car as he feared the worst, but as he peeked his head out, the shots continued, but they were not toward him. Ricky then crawled up the hill near the railroad, and as he looked over the hill, he saw that it was the dirt biker from no less than three minutes ago, spraying the streets of Sandy shores with ammo and the same gun Ricky had just sold him.

Ricky then stood on the hill, watching the biker race up and down Joshua Street. Then, after thirty seconds of this turmoil, the sounds of police sirens could be heard from all over the town as law enforcement closed in on the biker. The cops would give chase, following the biker through Sandy until he got off his bike on Joshua Road, to which officers would exit their cars and open fire on the man. The biker would fall dead on Joshua Road, bleeding out from being shot by more than five cops, each equipped with a Glock 19, which holds around fifteen rounds. Ricky took in the sight as he saw the officers secure the area. This view stunned Ricky as he had never seen the effects of sales firsthand and in person before. He was accustomed to hearing about murders or gang shootouts following the days of him selling firearms to individuals. But never like this and never in person. Ricky then decided that he should leave before more law enforcement showed up.