I saw a small PM40; a small handgun and it is quite light. I checked the magazine to see if it’s filled and it was. I slide it in and locked the safety switch and held it in my hand.

I expected this impromptu meeting to be… well; hopefully smooth. Just talk and that is it. If the Garcia’s doesn’t agree to join forces with us and also disagree with us coming in into their territory… well; their lost.

I made my way down to see Carmen sitting around the kitchen table. She doesn’t realize that I was standing in the doorway looking at her; with a gun in my hand. Her ears covered by her big headphones and her eyes focused on her laptop.

I put the small gun next to her laptop; she quickly took her headphones off and looked up at me. Surprised to see me dressed in my old self. “What the hell is that….”She said; as if not knowing what a gun looks like.

“It’s for you…” I said seriously.

“Shane… get that thing away from me…” She said as she stood up; angry.

I took the gun in my hand again. “Here is the safety switch… it’s locked now; just push it to the side and then you can pull the trigger…” I said; not looking at her.

She wasn’t listening and her eyes were on me. “I’m not going to shoot anybody….” She said and shakes her head.

“Carmen…” I started. Stubborn girl.

“Shane… I don’t need a gun!” She hissed at me; don’t want to raise her voice.

“Listen… just keep it for the meantime…” I started and she starts to shake her head again.

“No, no, no, no….” She keeps saying; her finger wagging in front of me.

“Listen to me!” I said harshly; she stopped. “Just keep it somewhere close to you… in this house… Carmen; you’re going to need it… maybe not today or tomorrow… but you will need it…” I said; then the reality starts to sink in her.

“Shane… I-I…” She stuttered. She was eyeing the small gun in my hand and was taking heavy breaths.