Frenetic Amnesic

As usual, my apologies for being so slow. I've been trying to update an older story and I have writer's block for it. So I figured I'd write this chapter. Maybe I'll be able to get an idea.
Anyway, when we last left off, Matt had come home, Miranda showed hints of interest in the boy, and Murdoch had accidently stumbled into a hostage situation. To be more in depth, when I ended the last chapter, Murdoch had a gun pointing at a thug who had come in with other thugs to try and save Kate. He hadn't fired though.
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"What you waiting for?! Just shoot him!!!" The leader yelled at him to finish it. But Murdoch just stood there with the gun cocked, and in the gang member's face, running decisions through his head.
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'What do I do? Do I shoot him?' Murdoch stood there, his eyes blank and unreadable. The gun was still cocked and ready to fire, but Murdoch made no move to pull the trigger. Instead, he did the opposite. He lowered the gun. He stood there breathing rather shallow, and looked as if he was on the brink of tears. The gang members all pointed their guns at him, but he didn't really notice. He felt detached, as if he wasn't really there. As if his body was just a shell, and the real him had just left.
Suddenly, he was standing on a beach. The sea air was whipping him in the face. He had been here before in countless dreams and visions. And there, standing just on the shore, a few feet in front of him, was her. Angela, the woman who had steered him in life. The woman who had taught him his strict standards and gave him her morals to use for his own.
"Angela, what do I do?"
"Murdoch, you already know what to do. Remember what I always told you?"
Murdoch thought back to all those conversations he had with her.
"No one has the right to take the life of another."
She turned to face him. As she cupped his face in her hands, he felt like he would cry. The pain he had felt when she died resurfaced, threatening to force him on his knees in grief. She looked at him and said something that, at first, was inaudible. But as he returned back to the DB, he suddenly realized what she had said to him.
"Do what your heart says is right."
He understood what she meant, and as the thugs cocked their guns ready to fire at him, he quickly fired.
Soon, every one of the thugs who had burst through the DB, were on the ground clutching the various non-lethal parts that Murdoch had shot. Arms, legs, feet, and hands were all bleeding,
but no fatalities. Murdoch, the hostages and the men who had taken over the Bean, or rather the two that were left, walked out and toward the police. Murdoch checked on the men who had gone outside earlier. Neither were hurt too badly. They would live. As it were, the men were arrested and everyone was safe. The gang members who had been hired were all taken to the hospital where they were taken care of, and then arrested for unnecessary and dangerous force. Everything seemed to have a happy ending.
But the leader was so astonished with Murdoch, he wanted to speak with him for a second.
"That was some good shooting back there."
"Thanks."
"Where did you learn to handle a gun like that?"
He'd taken some gun courses when he was still being trained back at Skylar. But he wasn't going to tell him that.
"A friend taught me."
"After seeing you in there, I want to know why you use a sword instead of a gun?"
"I'm better with a sword."
"Well, then I'd hate to be on the wrong side of the blade. Since you don't have a gun of your own, use mine." He presented an old colt .45 from his jacket pocket and handed it to Murdoch, who took it reluctantly.
"She's been very helpful to me. She might do you some good."
"Thanks. I'll remember this. I'll put it to good use."
The man walked off with the police to be placed in custody. Murdoch looked at the gun. It was crafted well. But he didn't really need it. Or did he? He decided to save it for later use. He pocketed it and turned to walk toward the McGuire house where he would, no doubt, be bombarded with questions about what happened.
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There you go another chapter. I hope you liked it. I'm going to try and turn Murdoch into a lovable idiot who is a lot smarter and more complicated than he acts. Really, do you always want him to be so serious? This was my first chapter at making him more lovable and I hope I did okay.