Two weeks later
Jean had just opened his shop and was preparing for his customers. He ten sat down in his chair behind his desk and waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally someone barged through the door.
"Hi. I need this gun repaired. Pronto."
Then the strange man left without another word. Jean looked at the gun in front of him. It looked somewhat familiar. He just couldn't place what it was from. He shrugged the thought off and immediately got to work.
While he was polishing this weapon he spotted a signature on the side. It read 'Cascade'. That was very familiar to Jean but still, he couldn't place why. So he decided to take a break and do some research on this strange gun.
After hours of searching he finally gave up, he just couldn't find anything! Jean got so tuckered out from all that searching he decided to read for awhile. He picked out his favorite. 'The story of WW2' He read and read, until he noticed something strange. It was something on the back of the book. It was blurred out so Jean had to strain his eyes to see it but once he did, his eyes opened wide. It said 'Cascade' on it. Jean went back to the gun and looked for more clues. He found nothing. He went back to his book when finally it clicked. This man was from World War Two.