Fifteen Minutes

The door was locked. So I pulled out my revolver and knocked. When I heard the click of the latch, I rammed the door with my left shoulder and pushed cold steel into the guy's face.

"Easy, chum," I growled.

"I'm just here to get what you took from me." He nodded and held up his left hand. I snatched my Fifteen Minutes from him.

No one takes my mag.

No one.