روايات وقصص ضمن Concealed Carry Bible Case

He watched her leave and remained in his chair listening to the fading echoes of her shoes as she then rode the elevator that took her out of the building. He unlocked one of his drawers and took out a black metal case that rested inside. He opened the case and inside it was a .45 semi-automatic with three magazine clips beside it. He shut back the case and got busy for the next half hour clearing his cluttered his desk and office and when he was done, took the case with him and switched off the office lights then locked the door behind him.

“That makes it all the more important to follow gun safety rules. Do not put a gun in your purse or in a shoebox in your closet. It’s on your body or in a locked gun safe. Understand?” “Absolutely.” “You can get a biometric bedside safe that opens with your fingerprint. Instant access in the dark without any fumbling around, but nobody else can get to it. And when you’re out? Look into a concealed-carry corset or an inside-the-waistband Kydex holster.” She leaned forward and caught my arm, like she could transmit the importance of what she was saying through touch. “But before you buy anything, you go to a shooting range. You rent those models, and you practice until clearing a jam is muscle

He has 2 broken ribs and he hit his head when he fell, but he's fine. The two detectives approach, when they see Sebastian trying to grab the book. - Doctor, we're going to need this Bible and the bullet. - Sure. – says the doctor, dropping the objects into the bag that one of the men opens. - This bible belonged to my mother. I would like to have her back. - It will be returned to you after we collect the bullet. - They used a 22. If it had been another 9mm like the attack that killed his mother, Theodore would be dead. Because this book will not stop a 9mm. - one of the detectives says to the other.

She has to start from scratch. She put all the documents back in the box. She will continue next time. For now, she will prepare to pick up her son from his school. However, one thing is sure the safe box is no longer safe. Ara put back the documents into the safe box, but not the gun. Maybe it is best to carry a weapon. Besides, the firearm she had was easy to carry. She did not examine the gun last night, but now she realizes that the gun was small and easy to carry. If she was not mistaken, the gun is called Sig P365, which was in demand for women because it has a small frame and is easy to carry.

"What's that?" "A little... schematic of Herley District," he replied. "Figured we'd be needing it." "Yeah we would," I replied, looking up at him gratefully. "We might not have another chance at this," he said, reaching out for the center console in the van and flipping a hidden compartment open. A short range jammer, tranquilizer pistol, gloves and even a lock decoder were carefully packed inside it. "Help yourself Ashley." With that he took some items and fit it into his jacket. I did same, taking as much as I deemed necessary after a quick thought.

“It’s fine. Where are the silver bullets?” “Under the compartment. I have one mag in my case.” “Let’s go then.” I carried her case, but she had a handgun on her waist. She looked badass and hot, like a character in RPG games or Lara Croft. “What’s in your backpack?” Zack asked as we began hiking. “Some water and protein bars.” “Let me carry it then.” She gave it to Zack since he didn’t carry anything other than a hunting rifle. But if I did, she would probably refuse.

I asked, opening one of the black cases. "Wow," Verus said appreciatively. "You did come loaded, didn't you?" "Let's load up and get out of here," I replied, already shoving a few more clips into my pockets. Verus took a Kimber Solo 9 mm and shoved it into the back of his blue jeans, covering it with his jacket, then selected a new Diamondback DB380 hand pistol and pushed it into his boot, along with clips for the weapons into his pants pockets. I had a combat assault rifle in the trunk, a Gatlin gun, grenade launcher, and much more, but they would have to wait. In the meantime, we loaded up with what we could. "V, where do you want to leave your car?"

"What came to steal from me?” "I came to get my book," I answered entredentes. The old man frowned, tipping his head slightly. "I don't have any books.” "I'm not blind, he's in your hand.” The man had the audacity to try to hide the book on his bent back. "This bible was a gift from my adoptive daughter. You can't want to steal it. There are jewels in the drawers, money under the mattress. Leave my bible alone.”

I just swallowed and nodded weakly . Then saw something under his arm. He followed my gaze, his smile growing even bigger, if that were possible. He pulled out his own yellow hardcover copy of The King Wears Yellow, which for some odd reason, finally moved me to speak. “Where . . . where’s your Bible?” Something flickered in his eyes.

He ends the call. "Damn it! Get inside the car now," he ordered to Alex. Basil entered the driver seat while Alex was beside him. Without further ado he drives the car as hell at the Hospital nearby. He needs to arrive their first before his men took Irish there but surely Della won't let that happen. When they arrived, Basil goes down walking to the back of his car. He opened the compartment and opened the big case contained with guns and bombs. He gave Alex a Barretta 92 and he was holding a Double Barrel Pistol. It was his favorite in all of the guns he had.