You decide that with the .32 you can take back whats rightfully yours, keep the gun and take out the bad guys. You drive over to the man who bartered you the guns. You try his front door, its unlocked so you burst in without knocking holding your gun out. The man is walking across his liveing room with glass of wine in his hand. He drops the glass to stain the floor when you enter demanding your knick knacks back. The tell says with a razer thin calm anger "Put that gun away or I;ll kill you". You repeat that you are takeing whats yours back. The man quickly reaches into his velvet bath robe and he pulls out a .38. You pull the trigger twice. This is the first time you have shot this inaccurate firearm. The first bullet goes four feet to the right and lodges into the wall. The second trigger pull results in your gun jamming. His gun does not jam however. He blasts you once in the face and you are dead, staining his carpet beside the spilled wine.
The End