i have my gun

there are bad guys (of course). we're in a parking garage that has some odd living quarters embedded in one of the top levels, but this is near the bottom level. chris has kurtwood in one of the cars, a station wagon. they are already out of the garage. i am going to drive the other car (?), but i have to get to it, i have to get past the bad guys.

i have my gun. it's a shiny, silver gun, it looks modern, i don't know what kind it is, or really how to shoot it, but i have to try. the bad guys are shooting at me? then there are cops. i think, i can't just drop it, what if it goes off. then the gun is out of my hand & the cops are frisking me (hey, this isn't bad!), asking me if i have any other weapons, i say no. i explain to them that i'm not supposed to have guns but ... you know, there are bad guys ... so they understand, they tell me they won't call it in, but i have to take the bullets out. i open up the cylinder that has the bullets in it & take them out & think, what if there's one in the chamber? this is a revolver, right? do revolvers have one in the chamber? is that how these things work? i don't know.

so i leave, with my gun, i've taken out all the bullets i can, but it's maybe not empty? i'm to follow chris home, even though i'm very, very tired to be driving. i have my gun, though. it's under the passenger seat.