Belt With Hidden Knife 소설 & 이야기

It didn’t appear to be the huge bulge her mind always told her was there even though she knew it wasn’t—mostly. Turning again, she bit her lip and wondered about the red blouse she was wearing. Maybe it was showing a little too much cleavage. She had more than enough of that to spare. Running her hand under her arm, she felt for the small blade she’d hidden in the elastic of her bra. She could feel it, but then again, she knew it was there. She frowned at the mirror and readjusted the neckline so just a little more was revealed, hoping it would distract from even worrying about whether she was hiding a three-inch switch blade in her bra. She knew they were illegal, and she felt just a b

A few minutes later a small motorboat pulled up to the dock and Silas stepped out carrying three large garment bags and a small leather case that looked like it was designed for expensive jewelry. He walked into the boathouse and made a face at the smell of damp wood and boat fuel, but he didn't say anything as he laid the bags out on the table and started showing us the gear he had managed to secure from his contacts in Milan. "The tuxedo has a lining made of a flexible mesh that will block most portable scanners and the cuffs are designed to hold two extra magazines, and for the lady I have a dress that has a hidden compartment in the hem for a ceramic blade and a lipstick that is actually

She doesn't deserve that. Moving silently, still unnoticed by either man, I closely observed Alpha Francis. He had a knife in a concealed sheath around his back, the sneaky bastard. From what I could tell Alexander was unarmed, as was I. He certainly hadn’t pulled any weapons on me when I had him by the throat in the dust earlier.

Kalen mentally marked him as his first target to eliminate. He discovered that he was beginning to take too much time, he quickly checked the safe, and the code to unlock it was written there. He inputted the code in quickly, as the safe opened with a soft click sound. He found only the armor in the safe, which disappointed him, as he expected to see more. He quickly wore it on, while also checking the database for the location of the exotic sword. He finally found it, as it was hanging on the wall of the vehicle. It was concealed with a camouflage device. These measures employed, succeeded to hide it in plain sight. He left it, but mentally noted it down, “I will liberate it on D-day,” he m

– Lang penthouse The stylist laid out the tux on the velvet chaise: midnight blue, blood-proof lining, custom-tailored to hide the ceramic blade in the lapel. I slipped the drive into a titanium case, chained it to my wrist with a lock only I could open. The gala was black-tie. It was also a kill box.

Whatever this creature was, it was not Fae and it did not smell of wolf. The hooded creature turned and looked directly where I was standing, the darkness of its cloak keeping its face hidden but I saw the shine of metal protruding from its belt, maybe a knife or sword of some sort. It turned back and carried on moving in the same direction. I don’t think it saw me and it looked trouble.

he said. "I look like bait." "That too." He crossed the room and pulled something from his pocket. A small knife, no longer than my palm, with a blade that gleamed wickedly sharp. "Ankle holster. Hidden under your dress. Just in case." I let him strap it to my leg, his fingers careful and professional despite the intimacy of the gesture. When he was done, he stood and pressed his forehead to mine. "Five seconds," he murmured. "That's how long it will take me to reach you if something goes wrong. Five seconds. Remember that."

"Just one gun? Take a knife too—for extra security." He moved to another section, pulling out a slim, cylinder-like object. He held it up. I frowned. "What’s that? A perfume bottle?" The label even read Fragrance in elegant gold letters. Conner chuckled. "That’s the point. It’s a camouflage knife." He twisted the top, and in a flash, a hidden blade slid out. My breath caught. "Oh my…" The blade gleamed under the soft light, sharp, lethal. “I'll take it too," I muttered, stepping closer and reaching for it.

They moved silently among the crowds, listening, watching, and reporting back through hidden channels, ready to strike when the moment came. A month later, John and Ingrid followed Julie and Harold’s expertise as they began searching for one of the many hidden entrances that could lead them back to the main tunnel system. But before they departed, William received small gifts from his friends. First, John and Ingrid presented William with his own wrist crossbow. It was a sleek, unassuming device, designed to look like nothing more than a simple leather bracer. Yet beneath its plain exterior lay a hidden launcher, compact and deadly. A quick flick of the wrist could release a small arrow. Per