.380 ACP, part II

 I came home for lunch to find some young men milling around in front of my house. 

"I lost my vape," one of them told me. "That's why we're looking in your flowers."

"Okay, great, I'll help you look for it. What color was it?" 

"Orange."

While I was talking to him, I was also trying to talk to Fabian, my contractor, who was talking to his wife through the driver's window of their car. 

Right about then I noticed a police car driving past, and another down the street. 

"What's going on?" I asked.

Nobody answered. The passing policeman looked at me through his tinted windows.

As soon as the police left, one of the other young men asked me "Can I get my gun back?"

"What," I asked.

When they had seen the police, one had tossed their gun in the bushes in front of my house and the other into my yard.

"Where is it?" I asked.

He pointed. "It's a BB gun," he said.

I picked it up, ejected the magazine, and racked back to the slide to clear the chamber. 

.380 ACP.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Eighteen."

"I don't know if you've been in trouble before, but felon in possession is mandatory five minimum."

I handed him back the gun and magazine.

After they left my contractor said the other kid also had a gun.

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