***Little Rock, Arkansas ***

"Two-million, no less."

""I have two-point-two mil. Gimme the guns."

Shane signaled his men. They carried the large crates into the warehouse from the truck that was idling outside. Using a crowbar, a buyer pried open a crate. Inside was a grenade launcher.

"Perfect," the buyer said.

As the lid was being placed back on, the doors burst open. ATF agents were everywhere in seconds. The suspects scattered. ATF captured as many as they could, but a few escaped out windows or down fire escapes.

"Put their pictures on the news," the boss was saying. "We get the FBI in on this. I want that Lightman here within 24 hours to help us with the questioning of all the suspects."

Roger Grayson was the agent in charge and he wanted these gunrunners taken down. He knew that the front man of the operation was Shane Larkin, a man who had a criminal history from the age of eight. He also knew of Shane's half-sister, who lived out in the country.

"She may shield her brother," Roger said. "We'll definitely send people to talk to her."

At the office, they found that Shane was one of the people that had indeed escaped. Roger kicked his desk, frustrated.

"Shane Larkin is one of our escapees," Roger told him. "He has a sister in Arkansas. I'm gonna hire the Lightman Group to weed him out."

The call was placed to Agent Ben Reynolds. He immediately went to Cal and told him the story.

"This guy sells guns to cults, racists, drug dealers, and other dangerous people," Ben was saying. "He even sells grenade launchers, Cal. We gotta get to Arkansas and help shut him down."

"Then, we'll go," Cal agreed. "Go pack your bags."