It wasn’t a very easy transition to make. When Spectre was told by his superiors upon returning from Iraq that he’d never fly an Air Force Reserve aircraft again, he refused the non-flying staff job they tried to force on him. For him, flying the F-16 hadn’t been about the adrenaline rush or the need for speed. It was about serving a higher purpose. In the current world climate, that meant providing close air support for boots on the ground. When the powers that be decided he was no longer fit to do that, he decided his services could be better used elsewhere.

Unfortunately for Spectre, the economy he escaped to wasn’t conducive to his unique skill sets. And after several rejected applications to a myriad of three letter agencies and private contractors, he found himself quickly burning through his savings.

That was until he met Marcus Anderson. The gruff Mr. Anderson had been a classmate of Spectre’s in their Survival Krav Maga class. And although Marcus was nearly twenty years his senior, the two became fierce sparring partners. The former Marine versus the former fighter pilot, each did a good job of keeping the other on his toes. A black belt himself, Marcus had helped Spectre earn his black belt in Krav Maga.

Through their training and constant ribbing, the two became good friends. And when Marcus learned that Spectre was down on his luck, he didn’t hesitate to bring him in on the family business.

Anderson Police Supply in Florida City, FL was established in 1981 by the late John Anderson. A former Miami-Dade County detective, John Anderson had retired to the more rural Florida City to escape the explosive expansion of Miami and Ft Lauderdale, while still being close enough to visit. What originally started as a hobby of collecting rare and unique guns soon became a fairly lucrative business for John. His buddies from the force appreciated the discounts on firearms and supplies, while the locals enjoyed having a full service firearms dealer with a huge inventory right down the street.

After returning home a decorated Marine Recon Sniper in 1999, Marcus decided to leave the Corps and join his father in running the store. By the time his father passed away in 2001, Marcus had watched the store grow from the back corner of a bait and tackle shop to a 20,000 square foot facility equipped with an indoor shooting range and a fully configurable electronic shoot house.

When Marcus learned that Spectre had a business degree and extensive web design experience from college, he didn’t feel so bad about giving Spectre a chance. And after only a year, Anderson Police Supply had become one of the foremost online dealers for firearms and tactical gear.

Spectre arrived at the store well after business hours, but the parking lot was still full. Something must really be going on, he thought. He had spent the three-hour drive going over the possibilities in his head, but none of them seemed likely enough to cause Marcus to be so tight lipped. He really had no idea what to expect.