"Oh my god- I think he has a gun!"

"Ma'am- where are you?" the dispatcher asked.

"I'm just walking down Kingston- and there's a guy waving a gun in a living room!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Good job Megan!" I said to my daughter, "Now instead of shooting into the backstop, at least try to hit the target."

"Dad!" she spoke loudly, as she still had the ear muffs on, "Its harder than it looks!"

I took off her ear muffs. "Its not hard Megan- its only a 9 millimetre."

"What do you shoot at work?"

"Forty Smith and Wesson."

"Talk to me Winnie." Greg said, as the siren went off, and we made our way to the garage.

"Woman walking down Kingston Road- saw a man with a gun in his living room."

"10-4." Greg said, as we started off, "Ok guys, we're treating this as an immediate threat."

"We breach, clear and neutralize." Ed said over the radio, "Alpha team- me and Perra. Sam, Jules, Spike- bravo team- follow in after alpha."

I edged the gas on the SUV harder, as I gained speed to overtake a low moving Nissan.
"You ready for this?" I asked.

Jules looked over at me, and with a smile, replied, "You bet I am."

"Does a forty Smith and Wesson kick more than a 9?" Megan asked.

"Its called recoil," I replied, as I finished loading the last cartridge into the magazine, and slammed it into the full size Glock 17, "And yeah- it does."

"Wasn't Jules supposed to meet us here?"

"Yeah, she's coming." I said back as I fought back a gleaming smile.

Once on scene, I grabbed my firearm from the back, and the door sledge.

Jules covered my approach to the front door, where I met up with Ed, Sam and Spike.

With Ed on the left side of the door, I took the right.

Ed gave me the head shake signal.

With unbent speed and force, the thin exterior door easily flew off the hinges.

I threw down the sledge and followed Ed in, with Sam, Spike and Jules following me.

It was dark in the house, so first things first- turn on the weapon lights. Ed gave me the silent signal, for alpha to clear left, and bravo to clear right. I relayed the silent code back to bravo.

Still following Ed, we approached the living room. Lying still on the floor, was a scruffy faced man, with a handgun in his hand.

"Police- SRU!" I yelled at him.

"What the he-" the man started, but couldn't finish, as Ed flipped him over, face into the carpet, knocked the weapon out of his hands, and started to put the cuffs on him.

Over at the table, I saw Jules unpacking some guns. I walked over.

"What did you bring short stuff?"

Jules threw me a smile. "Oh, not much. The usual."

"So, an MP5 and an AR15 with two thousand rounds of ammo?"

"You bet."

Over at the firing line, I saw that Megan's shooting had stopped, and she was motioning over to me.

"Dad- it jammed up."

I looked at the gun.

"Its a failure to extract. It probably ejected at a strange angle, and got caught."

"You still running the Generation 4 RSA in the 17?" Jules asked me.

"Yeah."

"Dude- c'mon, change it to the Generation 5."

"Nothing wrong with the Gen4." I replied, as I quickly tore the gun down and inspected the RSA.

I grabbed the gun off of the floor and attempted to clear it. But I couldn't. I pressed the magazine release a bunch of times.
Why isn't it working?

Then I looked it over. Slide welded to frame. Magazine epoxied in.

"It's a deactivated gun." I said to Ed, who was pulling the subject up to his feet.

"Why you waving around a deactivated gun?" Ed asked the subject.

"Its within my rights to own it. I don't need a license for it. What I do with it in my home, is my business."

Ed gave me a look. "Check it with the boss."

I walked away from Ed and the subject, as I activated my radio.

"Boss- our gunman was using a deactivated firearm. What's the ruling on this one?"

"Handgun?" Greg asked.

"Yeah. On the side, it says Shooters Choice. You want to contact them to see if the dewat is legit?"

"Good thinking Perra. We got an ID team?"

Spike replied, "Home is registered to a Thomas Overburn."

"Ok- hold on Perra, I'm calling them."

I walked back to Ed, who was keeping Mr. Overburn in check.

"Ok- Mr. Overburn," I spoke to him, "You may be facing charges depending on the legitimacy of the deactivated firearm. Until then, you'll remain in our custody."

Me and Jules made a bet. With Jules on the MP5, and me on the AR15- we'd see who could have the best accuracy on a target course, set up by Megan.

Jules went first.

"She's pretty good." Megan said.

"What?" I asked.

"At shooting. She's good."

"Oh, well, yeah. The SRU demands high accuracy skills. She has a lot of experience with it."

"What about you?" Megan asked, as Jules finished the target course.

"Please- watch and learn."

"Perra?" came Greg's voice over the radio.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Its legit. No charges. Release Mr. Overburn from custody. Just so you know, the press is all over this. They may want to talk to you."

"And what do I say?"

"You tell the truth."

"Ok."

After packing up the stuff and the shooting range, we went home...

"Dad!" Megan yelled from the living room, as I grabbed a beer for me and Jules.

When I was finally at the couch, and handed Jules her beer. Megan looked up at me.

"What?" I asked, as I sat down.

"Where's mine?" Megan asked.

"It's coming- in two years."

"Shh!" Jules shushed us, "It's coming on!"

On the TV, there were two of the city's most respected news anchors.

"Earlier today, Toronto's finest, the Strategic Response Unit, responded to call of man in his home, with a gun, as witnessed by a passerby. The SRU held Mr. Thomas Overburn in custody for over twenty minutes, as they gained more information concerning the incident. At 1:18 PM, Mr. Overburn was released from custody. For more information, we go to our field correspondent, Timothy Raaks."

"Thank you Amber. Earlier today, the SRU was here in this exact spot, as they entered the home of Thomas Overburn. As the officers of Strategic Response Unit, Team One left the scene- CityNews 5 was able to catch an interview."

Suddenly the screen popped to the same image, just earlier in the day. It slowly panned to the right, to find me in the frame, along with one of the journalists.

"Why was the Strategic Response Unit dispatched here today?" he asked.

I responded, "SRU was dispatched because we are better equipped to handle a situation like this."

"What was the situation?"

"A passerby had witnessed a man in the home, with a gun."

"And that warranted an SRU response?"

"Yes."

"Were any charges laid in this case?"

"No, no charges were laid, as the firearm turned out to be a deactivated version of the same gun- meaning it cannot be loaded or fired. Any person over the age of majority can own and possess one."

"Is this yet another case for the Councillors to re-consider an ammunition ban in the city?"

"No comment."

Then the screen snapped back to the reporter- Amber.

"Thanks, Tim. Turns out, not all guns are bad."