DAD

Part 22

"Well, the gun is quite cool, it's a pistol." I said as she uncovered it from the red cloth.

"It had a silencer stuck to it, the silencer got jammed and someone broke it." She told.

"Would've been done by Dustin."

"Probably" She said looking at it closely.

"Look!" Alexa exclaimed, "There is something engraved on it."

"What is it?" I asked eagerly.

"It has engraved the name Dustix in capital letters."

"Why is it Dustix? Isn't it supposed to be Dustin?"

"Nope, maybe it's some fashionable name he mentioned...of himself; 'x' always looks cool after words" Alexa replied.

"Anything more?" I enquired her further.

"It's a CX-782961 model." Alexa stated.

"What are we gon'na do about the model number?"

"You know...we are going to find where this type of pistol is sold."

***

"Are you crazy? Go to an ammunition?" I freaked out at her decision.

"Well, this gun ain't modern, I don't think anyone uses this model now either." She said without facing me, as she was driving us to a random ammunition.

"But it has been only 5-6 years, of usage probably."

"Look, when Dustin had used this gun, from that time it had this broken silencer at its tip. No one won't buy a gun, fit a silencer that fast and also break it. Guns aren't cheap, okay?"

"But", I thought for what to reply for a while, "Then what do you think? When was it bought?"

"At least it has been bought 8-9 years from now."

"Why is that?"

"Dustin's family, sounds like not one of the economically resolved ones. And he has a gun. It has to be old, maybe of someone else and he used it after that person didn't want it anymore."

"I don't know, this is crazy."

We had reached an ammunition now and it look quite of the classic ones. It was huge, and cold shrikes were running down my spine.

"Tranquil Ian Ammunition" Alexa reads the title on the top of the 5 floored building.

***

I was just walking down the aisles with Alexa; with an invisible zip on my lips as I was totally thrilled to go there and walk around guns. It felt like all the guns are living beings and gon'na shoot me right up. Actually, I've never seen a gunnish place like this before. Alexa couldn't really predict the aisle where this Dustin or Dustix's gun could be kept, so she decided to talk to the manager. When we were heading towards the manager counter, a man of an unexpectedly long height with beard hanging upon his face up to his belly and wearing jeans shirt and pants which were obviously not too clean.

"You girls have a gun with you?"

We both were shocked at this. How come he got to know?

"Um, no sir...what made you ask that?" Alexa replied.

"Tell me."

"Sir, we-we don't have a..." Alexa was shaking now.

"What's your car number?"

"LXE44439" She spoke out in a single breath.

"You have a gun. Out of the ammunition!" He shouted.

"But sir?"

"OUT!"

***

We were kicked out and so, we were walking down the street to look for other ammunitions. It was silence, all silence and silent and really- no sound; until I broke it now.

"Why did you tell him the car number?" I asked twisting my brows.

"It just came out...I-I wa-was scared."

"Well... what if he steals the car?"

"The keys are with me." She put on a proud smirk. Ah. Sighs.

"Hey, let's drive home." Alexa whined.

"No, this is bad, why aren't anything working out?"

"Let's go meet Adrian's parents...Derek had said they would say the rest of the thing to you."

We were talking and walking and when he reached our car, we saw that same man roaming around our car. That; scared; the; shit; out; of; us.

"You?!" I asked, this time angrily. In the ammunition he was in power; but now that's our car. So. I. Am. Not. Liking. Him. Here.

"Hey girls. I'm here to talk."

"What talk?" I asked again crossing my hands and coming closer to him; where Alexa, was standing where she was...and also shaking.

"I'm not anyone of that ammunition, actually." He laughed.

"What the fish?"

"Fish?! Okay...okay. I just scared you to shit." Laughed again, that horrendous long-beard man.

"Hey long beard, stay out!" I pushed him away and got into the car and asked Alexa to go in to, "What you wan'na stand and shake?" Alexa stays silent and gets into the car. "I'm driving."

The windows were closed but still I could here the man saying upon our faces from the other side, "I could help you to know about that gun. Palm leaf avenue, house 567."