The A.T.F is at your door

Its a normal day in your home posted on your beautiful ranch in none other than the state of California, Admiring the gun collection you have built. Each weapon carefully placed onto display (Fully loaded and racked as all true Americans should), freshly cleaned and polished, shining in all their beauty as they sit on the wall in a dustless perfectly cleaned room.

Whilst admiring your beautiful AR collection. You hear one of your silent alarms ring off as lights blare in your room, rushing over to your camera monitor and Charging the night Vision as you watch multiple A.T.F officers storm your front yard, and in the corner of the camera you notice your beloved dog of 13 years, Hamburber. Your beloved companion that you've had ever since you moved out of your parent's house. A god sent in the bleak world. And in a instant you watch poor Hamburber run to one of the ATF officers, slowly opening his mouth as he readied himself for a bark before a suppressed FMJ .556 enters his throat and exits out of the back of his neck, stalling the inevitable as another round is shot through him in order to ensure the death of your poor dog Hamburber. Before you can muster up your rage you hear a loud bang upstairs followed by the sound of one of your rifles hitting the ground from the sheer force. You can quickly hear the sound of your door being thrashed into as it slowly starts to snap under the weight of a battering ram.

Your door is broken down into a the loud bang of a grenade is heard upstairs as multiple feet storm the floors above you. You being in your armory room are surrounded by guns, ammunition, and a shit ton of Bullet proof, and maybe stolen bomb proof armor. But regardless, its only you, the ATF and your weaponry, what will you do?.