You pull up the search on your phone. Handgun... purchase.... hmm. Seems there's two places in town you might be able to get one. The sporting goods store and the pawn shop. There might also be a used laptop at the latter, though used electronics might not be worth it depending on condition.
You opt to check the pawn shop first. It's downtown, a few minutes away, and, you see as you pull up, right next to a thrift store. It's a squat brick building with wrought iron bars on the storefront windows and a surprisingly cheery-looking sign reading "PAWN! - Buy, Sell, Loans"
Stepping inside, you find yourself amidst an absolute forest of various crap. Or, technically a woods, since a forest is only one kind of tree (God, how do you even remember that...). Clothes, cables, keyboards, guitars, furniture, toys, tools. All with tags and little white ball things clipped on. The muffled rendition of some kind of hair metal leads you over to the left, where you see what you'd have to call a fortified counter. An old woman with enormous glasses and a Metallica shirt sits behind it, seeming to only notice you as you approach.
"Hello there. Can I help you find something?"
"Oh, yes... uh, I was looking for a... I was looking to buy a gun? A handgun." You're not sure how people usually ask for guns.
"Ah, I see. Yes, we've got some. All in good condition, and a very good price, starting at $300. Of course, I'd need to run a background check, dearie, and then there'd be a waiting period of at least five days."