Bullets were once a tool most often used by the poor, the criminally inclined. Today, it was a thing of the rich. After flying three states away in miserable coach, next to a man who wouldn’t stop falling asleep on my shoulder, four dingy smelly bus rides, and then a not-so-disgusting cab ride later, I’d finally arrived in one of the few remaining cities that was well off enough to house a gun shop. 
It’s probably no surprise that my financial status is reflected by how far I had to travel to get here. I’d taken out a massive loan, all my meager life savings, and came to do one thing. I was going to buy one hundred rounds of bullets for the my glock 22, my service weapon for over fifteen years as a cop, until they switched out our guns for stun guns and tasers. Only the more elite forces carry firearms now. At least they let me keep my gun as a memento. No bullets included, of course. 
The police in Matos, unlike my hometown Bilas, actually carried guns. It was funny really how the way of our society reversed after the passing of the gun law. Crimes went down in the shantytowns and the slums, but it shot up where the rich dwelled in their mansions and townhomes. And the crimes that are committed with what had become the most expensive weapon of choice are irrational, brutal, and inhumane. When a person decides to pick up a gun to rob a store or someone’s home for money because they are so poor, they don’t see any other choice to feed their family or pay their rent, their crime had a valid motive. I’m not making excuses for it. Crime is crime, but even crime has levels. 
Nowadays, you hear about senseless murders of the most sadistic nature. People who kill because they are bored – because it is fun. People who kill others because they can afford to. There’s never a good reason to pull the trigger and decide on the worth of someone else’s life. But when it becomes a sport of sorts...*that* is where I draw the goddamn line. 
   When the richest of the rich can kill without consequences because they can simply pay people off, whether it’s someone willing to take the fall for them, paying for the best lawyer available, and even as far as paying off the members of the jury and the judge – then there truly is no justice. I can’t stand for it. No more. 
I am buying five-hundred thousand dollars’ worth of justice. 
    And today, justice shall be done.