Concealed Carry Bible Case 소설 & 이야기

How could she have the guts to eat when Gideon was not eating? She gritted her teeth and put the food package on the container, putting it on the dashboard. Gideon saw what she did and his brow raised, "You are not eating anymore?" Jewel shook her head. "I'll eat later." Sighing, she looked around the dashboard. "Did you bring a Bible? I want to read." Gideon glanced at her for a moment. "In the glove compartment," he said and looked at the road ahead again. She opened the small hinged door on the dashboard and she saw a pocketbook size New Testament. Jewel looked at her husband for a moment before taking the small book and opening it up, reading from the book of Matthew.

He loaded the other one and put it under his belt. He pulled out another box. It was rectangular in shape. He opened it and revealed a slim dagger with the belt. He strapped it under his pants just above the ankle. "You know how to use any weapon"? He turned to Noah. "Uhm. Chamber revolver… Conrad taugt me". He replied seriously. Natt nodded in approval. Handing him a holster. He opened and found a mini revolver, an 8 bullet chamber revolver. It was the latest 38 Special Blank-Firing Revolver. Noah strapped it under his shirt on his chest.

Turning away as thoughts of him ran through my mind, I softly bite my bottom lip. "I liked it," I say, pulling the top of its hanger. "It's your family, shows where you come from." Pulling on a ribbed black tank top that was fitted to my torso and breasts, it fell just above my belly button. It didn't expose a lot of skin between the top of the pants and the bottom of the top. Pulling my hair down from its bun, I play with it a little as I ponder on telling him the next bit of information. "I found something in the book though."

The idea that Creed had already retaliated left a bitter taste in my mouth. I glanced at the duffel bag Dominic had left on the table earlier. Curiosity gnawed at me. Maybe there was something in there that could make me feel more prepared—more useful. I hesitated for a moment before unzipping it. Inside was an assortment of items: spare clothes, ammunition, a couple of burner phones, and a sleek black handgun. My hand hovered over the weapon, unsure whether I should even touch it. “You’re not going to learn by staring at it.”

Up till now, I wondered how that slipped past our Vetter's mind, because we didn’t recruit people whose past was unknown. That was strange. And that means I had to prepare. I moved through the house, stopping at the drawer beside the TV and pulling out a small case. Inside were several cleaned and oiled handguns. I checked their magazine. It was full. I took out the guns and placed them behind the couch cushion, in a spot my hand could reach without looking. Then I moved to the floating bookshelf next to the anteroom and pulled out a thick book. Behind it was another weapon wrapped in cloth.

“You have been paying attention. Carrying your Beretta?” “Not right now. It wasn’t necessary in my house during seniors’ Bible study. And I forgot to pick it up before I left.” He scowled. “You have a permit to carry, so you should keep your weapon with you. You have to be prepared.” “Are you armed right now?” She hadn’t seen a weapon on him anywhere. “Always. Promise me.” She nodded. “It’s going to take a change in mindset. I’ve mostly been in hair salons and the church—”

The woman was in her late sixties. Her silver hair was tucked beneath the cap. The years had etched fine lines across her face. Yet her eyes remained remarkably alert. Beside her sat an old canvas satchel. Inside it... A worn Bible. Three passports. A revolver wrapped in cloth. And a bundle of letters tied together with blue ribbon. She looked at the ribbon for a long moment. Then whispered, "I'm sorry, Mercy." Her phone vibrated. Not a ringtone. A coded vibration pattern. Three short.