More preparations

So, fast on the heels of stocking up, as I mentioned not too long ago, I make a run to the local gunshop and find a couple tins of military ball 5.45 sitting, looking rather forgotten in the back, um die ecke, and decide to inquire about purchasing.

I stack the can of 1080 rounds on the counter and John says to me, "You know that stuff's shot up, don't you?

"Yup, but how bad?" I ask.

"Century is doing it for $159 [he wasn't lying to me, either], and I'll match," he responds.

"Done!"

Barry can go fuck himself.