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afternoon,” Daren said, helping load the other cart. When it was half full, Nelson rolled over to the twenty-two ammo, thankful the shortage was over, but he had a feeling it would be here again real soon as he grabbed five-thousand-round cases and put them in the cart. Seeing the cart getting full, Daren asked, “You want another cart?”
    “Yeah, one more should be enough,” Nelson said, moving down the aisle to grab cases of twelve and twenty-gauge ammo. Daren called on the radio, and a worker brought over another cart as Nelson started filling the bottom of all three carts with handgun ammo. Then, he moved to the reloading aisle and started loading up until the third cart was full then walked over to the archery section.
    Flabbergasted, Daren looked at the three stuffed carts. “Dude, did you get a monster raise? Like a CEO’s salary?” he asked.
    Nelson stopped grabbing boxes of arrows. “I bought more than this last year,” he said, laying the boxes on top of the stacked carts.
    “Yeah, over one year, not in one day,” Daren said.
    “Won’t have to come back.” Nelson shrugged, grabbing crossbow bolts and broad heads. Then, he grabbed parts to fix the compound bows and crossbows. Finished there, Nelson walked over to the gun counter and pointed out several scopes, one pair of binoculars, and a spotting scope. He turned to Daren. “Have you been keeping a running total?” he asked.
    He shook his head. “You were around four grand before the expensive glass. I’m guessing six now.”
    Nelson closed his eyes, thinking, remembering the limits on his credit card and his employee discount. Then, he looked down at the counter. He walked around the counter and pulled out a thermal scope and a thermal monocular. “This should do it,” he said, walking back to his carts.
    “Damn, dude, those are four Gs apiece,” Daren almost shouted.
    “How many have we sold?” Nelson asked.
    Daren thought for a minute. “I think one,” he answered.
    “I’m going to test them out. I only got the night vision gear to test.”
    “If I’m not mistaken, you bought like six of the third generation monoculars and two scopes,” Daren said, moving over to help push buggies.
    “Yeah, but this competition this weekend, if I show these off, I should get some of the competitors to maybe buy a few,” Nelson said, pushing one cart and pulling another.
    Daren stopped. “Damn, dude, that is a great idea.” He smiled and motioned a worker over to push his cart and ran back.
    Out of breath, Nelson stopped at a closed register as Daren came over, carrying another scope, a thermal monocular that could be worn or mounted in front of a scope, and a mountable thermal optic. This last one was designed to cover both eyes. “Scott is bringing the last one,” he said, walking behind the register.
    “Hey dude,” Nelson said when Daren put down the other stuff. They were much more expensive than what he was buying. “I don’t have that much money, and my discount isn’t much more than yours.”
    “I’m going to write it off as a demo, but you have to tell those guys to order from us,” Daren said, walking around with a scanner gun. As Daren started scanning the stuff, Nelson saw some pig ear dog treats and grabbed several. Then, he walked over to the cooler and did something he rarely did and grabbed a Coke.
    Taking a drink, he sighed, “Damn, these things are good.”
    “Never seen you drink one,” Daren said, looking back. He turned around when a man came over and put down a box. “Thanks, Scott,” he said as the young man walked away.
    Walking over, Nelson picked up the box. “When the hell did we start carrying these?” he asked in awe.
    Daren looked up, confused. “Last year. You were the one who requested it.”
    Putting the box down and staring at it, Nelson muttered, “I don’t remember getting notified thermal binoculars were in our inventory.”
    “I’m sure I sent you one,” Daren said, starting on the