**Rally Asks May if the New Glocks Came In Yet**
Prompt: Gunsmith cats fanfiction rally asks may if the new Glocks came in yet
The whir of electric neon lights was a familiar sound in the bustling streets of Chicago, their glow mingling with the crisp scent of fresh coffee wafting from the nearby café. Rally Vincent leaned against the entrance of her gun shop, Gunsmith Cats, a small smile playing on her lips as she took in the urban symphony of life around her. It was a sleepy Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day where people ambled along without urgency, but for Rally, it presented an opportunity for some much-needed catch-up with her partner in gun-selling crime, May.
Inside the shop, the warmth of the wooden floor and the polished displays created an inviting atmosphere. The walls were adorned with posters of iconic firearms, and the satisfying click and clatter of firearms being cleaned or assembled floated through from the back. Rally pushed herself off the door and stepped inside, her long ponytail swaying with each brisk step.
“Hey May! Got a second?” Rally called out, her voice bouncing off the walls as she headed toward the back room where her partner always seemed to be buried under a new pile of disassembled guns and weapon parts.
“Just a minute!” came the muffled reply. Rally could hear the clanking of tools being hastily set aside. When May finally emerged, she wiped her hands on a rag, revealing a few smudges of oil across her cheek.
“What’s up, Rally?” May asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She always had a kid-like excitement whenever Rally approached her with news.
Rally hesitated for just a fraction of a moment, a smirk creeping onto her face. “Just wondering if the new Glocks came in yet?”
May’s eyes widened as her face lit up. “Glocks? You mean the Gen 5s we were gushing over last month?” She stepped closer, mirroring Rally’s enthusiasm. “I heard they were supposed to arrive yesterday!”
Rally’s heart raced at the thought. The Glock was a staple in the world of firearms, known for its reliability and ease of use. It was time for an upgrade—an ideal addition for both their clientele and the shop. “Can we check the stockroom?” she urged, already moving towards the back again.
May nodded and led the way, the excitement palpable in the air. They pushed through the doorway to the stockroom, and Rally’s eyes landed on the shelves stacked with boxes, many of them cloaked in black and orange—Glock’s signature colors. The sight alone sent a jolt of adrenaline through her veins.
As they neared the shelves, May pulled a box from the top, and they exchanged gleeful looks. “It’s time to unbox these beauties!” Rally exclaimed, rubbing her hands together. “Let’s see what we’ve got!”
They pulled out the first box, opening it carefully to reveal the slick contours of the new Glock 17. Rally couldn’t help but grin. “Wow, this is even better in person.”
“Look at that finish!” May added, her eyes gleaming as she marveled at the craftsmanship. “The grip feels phenomenal.”
The two of them continued to unbox the firearms, each one sparking more excitement as they laid them out side by side on the workbench. Glocks in various sizes and calibers quickly filled the surface, and soon their laughing voices echoed off the walls, mixing with the distant hum of the city outside.
“This is the definition of a good day,” Rally said, admiring the collection of Glocks before her. “Let’s get a demo set up for the shooting range.”
But as they also noticed, within the very heart of their excitement was a specter lurking in the back of Rally's mind—a shadow of trouble typical of her line of work. As a weapons specialist and professional gunsmith, she knew that such joy often attracted the wrong kind of attention in this city, especially in her line of work.
Rally felt a pang of unease—immediately forgotten as May’s voice broke through her reverie. “Hey, you think we should get some custom engravings for our favorites? Maybe do something special for the shop launch event?”
Rally chuckled. “Definitely! Our customers will love that.” But inwardly, she struggled to shake off the feeling that something was around the corner, like the calm before the storm.
Hours passed in a productive haze as they organized and documented every new model that arrived. The duo shared stories, dreams of future expansions, and even plans for some exciting marketing ideas. But there was something Rally couldn’t share just yet.
Just as they were securing the last of the Glocks, the ringing of the shop's bell interrupted their camaraderie. They exchanged confused glances.
“Don’t tell me it’s a customer already?” May whispered conspiratorially as they approached the front.
But when they reached the counter, the sight before them sent chills down Rally’s spine. A tall man dressed in a long black coat stood at the counter, his eyes obscured by dark sunglasses despite the dim light indoors. He exuded an unsettling energy—one of authority mixed with danger.
“Evening, ladies,” he said, his voice smooth as silk but underlined with an edge. “I’m looking for some high-caliber hardware. Glocks, specifically.”
Rally felt her heartbeat quicken. “We’ve got the latest models in stock.”
The man leaned forward, a flicker of interest igniting in his eyes when he spotted the Glocks beautifully arranged on the counter. “Mind if I take a closer look?” he asked, an unsettling smile creeping onto his lips.
Rally instinctively moved to interpose herself between him and the display. “Sure, but we need to see an ID first and conduct a background check.”
“Background checks are for amateurs,” he smirked. “I assure you, I’m anything but.”
As tension tightened like a drawn bowstring, Rally exchanged a glance with May, each of them silently weighing their options.
“Tell you what,” she said, forcing calm into her voice. “Why don’t you step outside for a moment, and we’ll have a few behind-the-counter options ready for you.”
The man’s expression faltered for just a moment, a hint of irritation crossing his features. But he straightened, leaning back just enough to seem casual. “Sure thing, ladies. But don’t take too long.”
As he turned toward the door, Rally’s instincts buzzed like an alarm. The day was supposed to be mundane, a simple moment of excitement over new arrivals, now twisted into an intricate puzzle of danger. Just as he stepped outside, Rally murmured to May, “We need to be ready. Maybe load up the safe with our best pieces and secure a few backups.”
May nodded, her face pale but determined. They moved with practiced agility, adrenaline surging in sync with their movements.
With the new Glocks in their inventory, they had to ensure they weren’t merely selling to the first shady customer arriving at their door. Chicago might be home to the extraordinary, but with it came struggles for survival, and Rally knew better than to let down her guard. And while they prepped their shop for whatever would come next, one thing remained certain: the thrill of the chase was far from over.
