Big guns…

Write a story by finishing this sentence. The story can be as long or short as you wish.

I told him where I was going, and he hurried me out, pointing to the door with the gun, but what he didn’t know was…

that my gun was bigger, and that I am a master at jujitsu. So as I passed him through the doorway, I dropped down into a low swing kick, knocking him over. His gun fired into the air, and as he landed,I pistol whipped-him with the butt of my tech-nine that I had cleverly hidden in the false bottom of my over sized Gucci bag. This knocked him out for a few precious seconds while I managed to disarm him, & when he came to he was looking up at me between the barrels of both weapons.

Running up behind me came the FBI and the dogs, they are always late! Don’t you agree?

 

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