Last January, a mentally ill woman went to a gun store just south of Salt Lake City and bought a 9mm semiautomatic and lots of ammunition. The next day she walked into the KSL TV/radio lobby area, pointed her gun at the receptionist, and asked the way to the newsroom. Just then, a woman stepped out of the newsroom and saw a look of terror on the receptionist's face. The gunman turned, shot at this woman's feet and asked, "Is that the newsroom?" The woman said, "No, it's over there," pointing to an empty corner of the lobby. The gunman turned toward the indicated corner and fired another round. The woman ducked back into the newsroom, locked the door and told everyone in the newsroom to leave the building. The gunman shot a total of 17 rounds into the walls and floor of the lobby, grazing a security guard, before moving on to the second and fourth floors, randomly shooting at the walls. A worker on the fourth floor was fatally wounded.
This story is significant to me because I was working on the fifth floor at the time.
The news media reported that the gunman's gun jammed and two men rushed her and wrestled her to the floor. Today, while I was at a gun store drooling over a Beretta 92, I found out what really happened. Someone on the fourth floor was carrying concealed. When the gunman emptied her magazine and dropped it from the gun, preparing to reload, the man who was carrying pulled out a .45, stuck it in her ear and told her to drop her gun. He kicked her gun out of her reach, then told her to get down on the floor where he held her at gunpoint until the police arrived. When the police got there, he set his gun on the floor, placed his concealed carry permit next to it, and stood with his feet apart and his hands in the air. When the police saw the permit, they simply let him go.
This story is significant to me because I was working on the fifth floor at the time.
The news media reported that the gunman's gun jammed and two men rushed her and wrestled her to the floor. Today, while I was at a gun store drooling over a Beretta 92, I found out what really happened. Someone on the fourth floor was carrying concealed. When the gunman emptied her magazine and dropped it from the gun, preparing to reload, the man who was carrying pulled out a .45, stuck it in her ear and told her to drop her gun. He kicked her gun out of her reach, then told her to get down on the floor where he held her at gunpoint until the police arrived. When the police got there, he set his gun on the floor, placed his concealed carry permit next to it, and stood with his feet apart and his hands in the air. When the police saw the permit, they simply let him go.