Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday
Coulson tried to pretend that today was just another day of work. But it wasn't. It was the last day of work before a game-changing event. There was a lot to do ahead of that. He'd spent half the night getting some of his ammunition stock distributed to secret drop locations throughout the town, and now - after a few minutes spent on his sentimental favorite weapon in his stock which, no, was not getting passed on to anyone today - he was sorting through some stray parts to hopefully finish cobbling together a couple more guns tonight.
He wouldn't normally do that upstairs in the open, but the sales restrictions usually kept people away from the main floor and there weren't too many people who would recognize some of the more obscure gun parts he was sorting through right now anyway.
There was nothing ominous about that at all.
[OOC: Slow due to work for the next few hours, but I'm home early today! Huzzah! Expecting one, but Wellspring is of course open before that one.]
He wouldn't normally do that upstairs in the open, but the sales restrictions usually kept people away from the main floor and there weren't too many people who would recognize some of the more obscure gun parts he was sorting through right now anyway.
There was nothing ominous about that at all.
[OOC: Slow due to work for the next few hours, but I'm home early today! Huzzah! Expecting one, but Wellspring is of course open before that one.]