shotokan99 said:
for me, there's no doubt its robbery. what is the best thing to do - shoot the person inside your compound and go for his other companions outside?
First off, it's not robbery. It's burglary. Significant difference in the eys of A) the police, B) the prosecutor, and C) the judge.
Second, I'd shoot the person inside my "compound." Then I'd quickly turn the gun on the two guys on the ninja-silent motorcyle and tap out a couple of Mazambiques on them. Then, soon as I saw lights coming on in my neighbor's house, I'd shoot them out.
When the irate neighbor comes out screaming, "What the hell is going on?" shoot him too. When his hysterical wife comes out in her robe, falls down in grief by her freshly ventilated husband's profusely bleeding body and shrieks, "You demented crazy freaking Rambo wannabe, someone oughta--" don't let her finish the sentence. Shoot her on the spot.
This would be a good time to do a tactical reload because you know for damn sure that the two (now very dead) guys on the motorcyle had friends lurking around the corner. And sure enough, you hear the roar of a dozen angry hawgs belching smoke and spitting fire.
As they come around the corner, shake your gun at them and pretend that it's misfired and then jammed. And as soon as all the bikers get close enough, smile and shout, "April Fool, Mother Duckers!" Then shoot them all dead.
You'll probably be at tactical top-pucker-factor-delta-defcon-level 47 and 3/8's slide lock by this point, so grab the spare magazine you have in your special FrOTL magazine holder (FrOTL, by the way, in tactical mall ninja speak stands for Fruit Of The Loom) that rests safely on your johnson and slap it in your gun. The magazine, that is, and not your johnson.
Right about this time, your wife should come barrelling out of the house. EUREKA!. The classsic "shoot--don't shoot" scenario that you've always dreamed of! Just as you decide not to waste her, here come five local police units screeching up. Go ahead and shoot them too since you're on a roll.
And right as you run out of ammo and the cops rush you and beat hell out of, throwing a few extra punches in for you popping holdes in the two-grand Second Chance vests, your wife peeks in the car and checks out the origianl dead guy you shot.
She marches up to you and yells at the top of her lungs, "You ignorant numbnuts!!! You just shot my brother--he called and told me he wanted to borrow my copy of "Common Sense Home Defense Scenarios" and I told him to get it off the front seat of my car!"
And then your wife reaches in her robe, grabs her gun and shoots you dead.
Jeff
P.S. Me? I'd just call the cops and tell them someone is breaking in my car at this exact very moment. They love a chance to catch a criminal in the act.
They must be on a Gold Wing with a sidecar and thus need shooting anyway … 