<i>"I, uh... I tripped."</i>Michael laughed at that. "Yeah, sure ya did," He clamped his mouth around his flashlight, one of his hands holding her ankle, and the other holding her knee. "This shouldn't hurt too much," Michael said, pulling the leg down. He heard a faint pop, and smiled, releasing Della's leg. "There, it should feel better. You jammed both your knee and your ankle when you 'tripped', rotating your fibula a bit. A quick pull, and you're good as new," Putting his flashlight away, he zipped up his bag and looked at Della.<br/><br/><i>"Nope."</i>Michael nodded. "That's what I thought. What you have there is a Glock 17, a nine by nineteen millimeter, so it shouldn't give off too much kick. The safety is in the trigger, so all you have to do is aim and shoot. But don't close your eyes while firing, and keep your finger off the trigger when you aren't, like this," Michael pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the wall, his finger off and above the trigger guard.<br/><br/>He holstered his Beretta and picked up the Glock clips he took from the Contractor and handed them to Della.<br/><br/>"I can't use these, so you might as well put them to use. Slide them on your belt so you can access them easily." Michael sighed, before looking back outside the store. "We need to move soon, they'll realize that their guy hasn't reported in."