AJ walked out to the bustling street again and began to look for a handgun. One made of polished steel caught his attention. He inconspicuously examines it from across the street. It was an 8 shot repeating gun. That would do. He quickly made a small portal to grab the gun with a well trained hand and shoved it into his pocket. A few yells sounded from the booth. “Storm it,” he said as he tried to blend in and return to the inn. As he heard footsteps even when he took isolated trails, he quickly turned around and pointed his gun at the man’s head.