Frank's Intuition

"What are you doing here Mark? You said you're gonna leave me alone if I keep my mouth shut." The long-bearded man said calmly with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"I know Frank, but I'm not here because of that," Mark glanced out the glass pane, "I'm sure you know what's been happening."

"Yea and that's what makes things even more complicated." Frank moved closer a bit and added more grip to the barrels his shotgun.

"Look man, we ain't here to hurt you. We just need some firearms." Mark moved closer slowly as he tried to make Frank understand.

"One more step and the ground will be sprayed with your brain matter!" Frank shouted, making Mark immediately halt.

Damian stared at Frank with a cold burning fierce in his eyes.

"He's already half-demon." Damian said blankly and out of the blue.

"W-What?!" Frank was just about to pull the trigger on Mark but was stopped by Damian, who just walked to the first shelf with canned food and beer then spoke.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He picked up a can that had a fish label on it.

"Why? He's a murderer!" Frank was frightened by how calm Damian was with the situation. His life and Mark's were in the hands of Frank but he still wasn't afraid the slightest.

Damian chuckled, then turned his cold gaze over to Frank before he spoke, "Do you think a half-demon will die from a gunshot?"

Slits of sweat were already dripping from Frank's forehead.

Mark felt uneasy with the way things progressed and chose to speak up, "I wasn't myself at that time. Look, if you just help us with some ammunition we'll be on our way."

Frank froze for quite some time, unsure of what course of action he should take. 'They're probably hiding something. If I don't help them then they can just kill me and take the guns, although doubt they can. But if the outcome is the same why don't I just follow the best chance of survival?'

"Ok. Follow me." Frank lowered his guard a little but still maintained a certain amount of caution.

He directed them through the door behind the counter.

There was a table with cards placed on top and an empty beer bottle at the side of them.

Then they proceeded down a flight of stairs that led underground.

Extra goods were placed on various shelves that were against the wall.

Frank walked over to a deep freezer and opened it. It was filled with frozen goods of all sorts.

He took a crowbar that was hanging on the wall and opened a certain compartment of the deep freezer after he shifted some of the frozen goods.

Several bullets and magazines of different types of guns were stored there.

He left it open and moved forward with the crowbar in his hand to a shelf that held different boxes.

Boom!

He pushed the shelf over to reveal the wall behind it, then struck it with the crowbar.

Clang!

The crowbar got stuck in the wall. Frank pressed down and a metal plate fell to the ground.

A large safe was left in the wall then Frank put his hand at the void space between the safe and the inner wall.

Click!

The safe opened but it was empty. Frank rubbed his hand on its surface and pressed a button on the base of the safe.

It didn't make any sound and a small metal plate at the wall of the safe popped open, revealing a silver key.

Frank took the key and headed to the middle of the underground store then circled it before bending over to the floor.

Knock… Knock… Frank repeatedly knocked on the floor as he moved forward, each Knock produced a slightly different sound.

Mark, noticing how Damian was shocked about the extreme security measure taken, whispered, "He once worked in a specially trained mafia that mainly deals with gun trade. He wanted out and I helped him but under the premise that he didn't let anyone know of my involvement. Hehe."

Damian glanced at Mark, who was looking proud then focused back at Frank.

Frank had already brought three sledgehammers and handed them over to Mark and Damian.

"Only hit the places I've marked. Don't go too deep, about 4 inches will be enough. Stop immediately when you see something black." Frank pointed at the six white marks in the middle, made from scratching metal against concrete.

Ging! Ging! Ging!

Three of them both hit three each in less than 20 minutes.

Frank took a powder-ish substance then placed it into each of the holes.

He opened a flare then touched the surface of all the powder-ish substances in a sequence and at relative speed, then he quickly retreated to the stairs where Damian and Mark stood.

A sizzling sound came from the powder-ish substances as they burned then followed by a silent sizzling sound.

Tsssssss… Boom!

A hexagon of concrete debris was formed on the ground as the small, carefully crafted dynamite blew the middle of the underground store.

Frank went away then came back with three shovels this time around and handed two over to Mark, who then passed one over to Damian.

They dug out the broken concrete and threw them to another corner.

When they were done, they saw a huge rectangular black box.

"Go to the other side." Frank was talking to Mark, who then rushed over to the other side knowing what to do already.

They held the handle of the box and jacked it out of the hole in the ground then placed it at the side.

Frank brought the silver key from before and inserted it into a keyhole in front of the box.

Several clicking mechanical sounds were made from the box until its lid opened slightly on its own.

Frank raised it only to reveal the inside of it filled with guns of various types.

"Here you have it." Frank stood up and looked at Mark.

He once was part of a dangerous mafia and knew how to follow his guts gained from rich experience, and right then his guts were telling him that Damian and Mark shouldn't be messed with. The former tamed the latter, who was a rampaging demon. He could have easily not believed Damian's words but he had an intuition for danger and it had saved his life countless times in the past.

Mark walked over to the box to inspect the goods, "Hmmm… Nice."

Frank was unsure what they would do to him so all he could do was wait patiently until they possibly let him go.

"I'll buy all of them with 30 rings." Damian said, looking at Frank.

"Huh? You want to buy them?" Frank was taken aback by Damian's sudden declaration. He thought the exchange was his life for guns.

"You know what rings are right?" Damian could've certainly not offered his hard-earned rings but he figured he needed someone like Frank, so a few rings wouldn't cost much when talking about the value of a former arms dealer who could probably make special types of bullets, create bombs and had a very keen understanding in knowing how to keep things safe.

"Y-Yes I do."

"Then I'll buy them from you with 30 rings. Is that ok?"

"Sure."

They made the transaction by using the send and receive button on the home screen of the new OS, while Mark was loading up the guns.