The readers here can not see this type of situation, actually happening?
I didn't want to tell you about how I was waiting above peering down through the skylights and saw the terrorists moments before you engaged them. Luckily, on this day I decided to bring my full bug-out pack on the trip to the mall with my wife as an integrated training exercise. Included in my pack was a set of small remote charges designed to shatter glass and destroy locks. I blew the glass of one pane of the skylight timed perfectly with your second shot, then silently rappelled down directly behind the one gunman you tagged AND his TWELVE co-conspirators.
Distracted by your shooting and the shattering of window displays, they didn't even notice my descent. Worse situational awareness than Bolsheviks. I think to myself, good time to prove out those +2 extensions on my 9mm Baby Glock, so I drop my suppressed 300 BO SBR attached to my just donned tactical vest by a custom single point sling, draw my sidearm, screw on my Osprey 9, and smoothly place one bullet in each of the unsuspecting terrorists. Center of mass. They all go down, but it immediately becomes clear the pointman you took wasn't the leader. The last man was, and, as leader, was issued body armor scavenged off a fallen US soldier in Iraq. Terrorist coward.
It's apparent my 9mm ++P++ has hit him like a jackhammer in the back temporarily incapacitating him, but he is still moving and trying unsuccessfully to regain his feet. Good thing I packed an extra mag. I only expected to need it for a malfunction, but, unfortunately, I find myself in one of the only 5% of defense situations where one mag is not enough. With the terrorist slowed by the previously mentioned blunt trauma, I have just enough time to change magazines and take off the Osprey. With this precision shot I can't afford the negative accuracy affects and increased bullet drop from lost FPS the Osprey causes. I take the shot, nerves cold as steel and the terrorist drops.
Without missing a beat, I walk to the right where an unmarked steel door leads to a utility closet. I open it to find a five gallon bucket I knew would be there as all unmarked doors are utility closets and all utility closets contain five gallon buckets. I remove the bucket and place it upside down on the light grey tiles of the mall floor right up against the white painted concrete wall. The same generic grey tiles and white painted concrete found in malls across this great nation. I take a seat and begin using my feet to push the shards of broken glass away from my seat; clearing an area to sit comfortably just as a medium sized commercial drone dips into the building through the hole I blasted in the broken skylight. As it approaches a small aluminum foil wrapped cylindrical payload is visible under its straining chassis.
It descends to within a half meter and I reach out to retrieve the payload. Still warm. As I unwrap the
Moe's Southwestern Grill Homewrecker I admire the perfectly proportioned mix of seasoned rice, black beans, shredded cheese, and pico de gallo, lettuce. Holding it in my left hand I waft in the sharp stinging scent of fresh jalapenos. Even more impressive is the ability of the drone to successfully track the RFID chip in my Moe's customer loyalty card and navigate through the broken window; even after I left the designated rooftop drone delivery pad. I settle in to enjoy my meal, but I am promptly interrupted by my approaching wife. Oblivious to everything going on, she has completed her shopping in a record setting 30 minutes and is ready to go home, AND she has only spent $100 on presents that will have to be shipped internationally to her nieces and nephews. I had been expecting her to continue her shopping until well after the 24 hours news cycle had moved onto the next tragedy. The second drone with my bag full of freshly fried tortilla chips hasn't even arrived yet. Sacrifices must be made, and I beat a hasty retreat. The NSA can surely track the RFID cheap as easily as the drone if the authorities have any questions.
I just didn't think that was the direction you wanted to go with the fantasy, so I didn't reply at first.