LOVING A GANGSTER
I found the room Doc James had mentioned, and as promised, it was stocked with many weapons and even bombs.
I quickly found some clothes and switched into an all-black combat suit. The gear was made for action, with a sleek, tactical look. The top was snug but padded for protection, with plenty of pockets for gear. The fabric was tough yet flexible, perfect for moving swiftly. The pants had adjustable straps and compartments for extra ammo and tools. Overall, the suit fit like a glove, designed to blend into the shadows and keep my weapons within reach.
“Seriously, I wonder why all battle clothes are black,” I muttered as I pulled the suit over my head.
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