I saw movement, and just as I was about to push the door open some more, I realized I was looking at a brown delivery uniform. What I did have time to grab was a Colt Detective Special-not exactly comforting, but I figured I’d have the drop if things went badly, and I could always yank the door shut, regroup with a shotgun and re-join the “festivities” if things went past six rounds. All I could see was that the back door of the florist shop was open. I went to the back door, grabbed the nearest shop gun on the way and cracked open the back door to take a peek. Mike, another Gun Room employee, got on the phone to call the police department, and Dave (another shop employee) and one of our customers-an FBI agent-headed out the front to see what was up. Hey, they all work, and they’re all good for practice-even the 10-shot mags. They included early 13-round, a fistful of 20-round and even a few orphan 10-shot magazines. When the author was testing the Hi Power, he brought a box full of magazines he’d load for the range trip. Next door was a florist’s shop, run by women, most or all of whom had experienced messy separations from their ex-spouses.
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