You decide to go home and lay low for awhile. You drag the heavy steaming weapon down the street. Its hard work but your will pushes you weary body on. Two and a half blocks down the way you find a smoking wallet on the road. It must have blasted here from one of the cars you shot. The brown leather exterior is burnt black but the fifty five dollars inside is still good. You grab the cash and continue dragging your weapon till you get home. You hide the weapon in your garage and you have a couple beers and a refreshing cold shower.