The store certainly was bigger from the inside than it did outside. It was a massive open area with balconied levels going deeper underground. One floor for each major piece of gear.
Guards were at the entrance and exit, keeping an eye out for would-not-be thieves.
The ground level floor had the main checkout counters, and a variety of solid-ammo pistols, revolvers, shotguns, assault and sniper's rifles, sub-machine guns, carbines and more types of ammunition then you could name on your fingers and toes.
The next floor down via spiral staircase through the open section of the had energy weapons on one side of the room. Mostly civilian-grade laser weapons. They required a background check and probably a license to buy. On the other end of the room were explosives and grenades - along with kits to create your own.
The next floor down had tactical armour. The sort that could protect you from a stray round or two. Flak jackets, mesh vests, helmets, belts, straps, pouches and bandoleers were on prominent display. Electronic gear such as walkie-talkie radios connected to headsets were also available, along with other gadgets and gizmos.
"Well I'll be buggered." Sebastian said as he looked at such a wide selection, "Just like old times."
"Hey, welcome to Ballistic Warehouse." The burly clerk said upon the crew entering the store, "If it isn't ballistic or tactical, we don't stock it."
"Say," Sebastian said, "Do you do mass orders?"
"Yes we do, sir. What were you interested in?"
"Sub machine guns. Zen-arms 10mm ones."
The clerk quickly took a look through the stock computer, "Yes, we have heaps on hand here." The clerk replied happily, "How many were you interested in purchasing? We got a shit-ton of them for free from those fuckin' reds' armouries."
"20 of them. Each with a shoulder stock and a spare magazine, and ammunition for each." Sebastian replied, "The reds don't deserve a weapon that they can't fire straight anyway."
The clerk's eyes widened, "Oookay. I'll have to ask you, do you represent any particular organisation? We have to do a background check for things like this."
Luca walked up alongside his dad, "Oh, is this what we're getting?"
"Sir?" The clerk asked, "Are you with him?"
"Yeah." Luca explained, "I represent the ISC Phoenix. Just do a quick search."
"Mmmhmm. I-S-C..." He began typing into the computer, "P-H-OE-NI-X." A record came up for Luca, and some of his crew. The clerk then leaned his head, and smiled. "Yep. You're cleared for this sort of purchase. A privateer organisation I see. 20 guns, costing 400 each, plus 50 each for magazines and stocks, plus 20 for ammo, each comes to... 9400 KS, plus 200 if you want it all shipped. It'll take a day to get it all there."
"I'll pay for that. Here." Luca said as he swiped his card at the register, "Send it to this address..." He then moved off into the rest of the store, browsing.
Meanwhile, Mel was taking a look at the various Sniper rifles lined up. She found this odd number which looked like the bastard child between a Revolver and a Sniper rifle. It took 7.62mm ammunition in a 6 shot cylinder. The sights were also perfectly tuned to the weapon and adjustable if need be.
"Interesting..." She said as she picked it up and weighed it in her hands.