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Once inside, Marty also shattered the
window of the second door, reached in and
unlocked it. With Lucas close behind, Marty
slowly opened the door.
“Wait here,” he whispered.
Lucas nodded in silent acknowledgement as
Marty stepped into the gun store. He quickly
searched directly in front of him as well as
the side of the door frame. Marty was deeply
relieved when he found there were no booby
traps or trip wires. Taking a few steps more,
he continued looking for anything that
would prompt a swift retreat. He was certain
that Lucas would be right, but was intent on
taking the necessary risk. He looked back at
the door where Lucas still waited.
“Luke, come on,” he said.
Lucas walked softly across the glass strewn
floor, afraid of making even the slightest
sound. Momentarily, he found himself
standing in the middle of an arsenal. His
only exposure to firearms had been the
occasional crackle of gunfire that rang out
from the streets of L.A. He had always
stayed clear of the kind of life that
necessitated the use of a gun. And he had
never considered hunting. Now, he was
surrounded by weapons he'd only seen on
television. He found it unbelievable that a
place like Whittier was home to such a
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