Don’t move and you won’t get hurt – Silver Threads
Tom wasn’t prepared for the question and it unnerved him. “February fifth,” he answered nervously. The moment the words were out of his mouth he realized he’d made a mistake in giving his actual birthday. He yanked the gun from his pocket and said, “Don’t move and you won’t get hurt.” He moved closer to the counter, the hammer cocked and his right arm locked into position. The revolver was pointed at Albert’s face.
Albert heard the front door open and waited for a moment of distraction. His Beretta was less than a foot away; all he needed was the split second when the man turned to glance back.
The only thing Tom heard was the ringing in his ears.