Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[spring_lost]

Not a single goat had managed to wrench its way through Wellspring's doors - of course they hadn't. Cable had set up his security system for a very good reason

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[firstnameagent]

After spending last night being hired to spy on people by the radio lady getting acquainted with the locals, Coulson was on the lookout for non-spying real work. A peaceful arms shop seemed like just the place for a spy in hiding. Especially one who had a habit of taking on gods with big guns.

Once was enough of a habit.

Anyway, he walked into the store. "Good morning," he said.

[spring_lost]

"Good morning," Cable said, and promptly shooed Jan behind the desk. "What can I help you with...?"

This was either a visitor or a new arrival. Cable would know if he wasn't. He had files.

[firstnameagent]

"Probably not much," Coulson said, underselling it. "I'm new in town, so I wanted to check out the local businesses."

"Phil Coulson," he said. "So this really is a weapons shop." The guns were a giveaway.

[spring_lost]

"As well as a free meditation space," Cable agreed amicably. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to know?"

He'd gotten pretty good at the shopkeeper act over the years. Someone back home was probably staring.