Free Printable Gun Inventory Sheet Novels & Stories

The tension in the room was getting unbearable, something I wasn't really enjoying right now, and I was running late, so I left with my coffee cup back to my bedroom to change and be on my way to the warehouse. My driver killed the engine the moment we got into the yard sure the warehouse is situated, the governor promised to send in the arms and I had to go see for myself. I could see military top weapons crate lined just outside the warehouse, as a rule nothing goes in without direct supervision. Trevor made himself available the moment I stepped out of the car. “50 creates of colt 911 and glock 19, another 50 of M4AI carbine and AK's , another 50 of SIG saucer and Heckler. 100s of Barrett

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

CROSS REFERENCE ALL ACTIONS WITH FI‍LE: A7X 1142. So the house held the secrets, the who and the why. The of‌fice,⁠ a place c‌alled Suite A7X 1142 in the Ae‌gis⁠ Tower,‌ he‍ld the tools, the how. The actual weapons. I took the gray ledger.‍ I gra⁠bbed the satel‍lite phone. I‌ opened the sma‍ll lockbo‌x. Inside, nestled in⁠ foam, wa‍s a pi‍stol. It was matte black⁠, sle‌ek, and look⁠ed deadly serious. Next t⁠o it were t‌wo extra magazines. The metal was shockingly cold.⁠ I put i‍t all in my tote⁠ bag. The weight‌ of the gun a‌t the‌ bottom felt like‍ a terri⁠ble truth.

I'm hooked. I first looked at the glass wall to see if someone from outside was looking at me but there was none. Also, the design of the glasswall is blurry so it's hard for anyone outside to see me. I sat down so that I could see more of the contents of the drawer. I was stunned to see a gun there with a strange design. It's a Glock 43 Caliber: 9mm. It comes with a flash drive that might contain what Clifford needs. I swallowed.

I reach my cabin and fumble with the lock for a second, then push into my room. A small berth nestles in the far corner. Beneath it is a drawer where I have stowed my things. I kneel and pull out my bag, unzip it, and fish inside until I find what I’m looking for-my gun. A sleek Glock nine-millimeter, flat black and cold. I check the magazine and take another from the bag, slip it into the pocket of my coat. The Glock goes into the waist of my jeans. I’ve drilled the reach-and-draw from that place about a million times; my arm will know what to do even if my brain freezes. Muscle memory.

The air inside smelled of leather, metal, and something faintly metallic. Her stomach twisted as she approached the heavy oak desk. The top drawer was locked, but the one beneath it opened. Inside lay a sleek black handgun with two spare magazines and a combat knife. She stared at them, pulse roaring in her ears. These weren’t for show. This was preparation for violence. She closed the drawer quickly and turned to the bookshelf. A worn leather album was tucked behind some files. With shaking hands, she opened it.

She was hopeful that there would be no escaping and it would be an unnecessary precaution. She took a moment to go over the photos she had taken the night before as the team got into place, which was actually more for Aaron's benefit than her own, though she wouldn't admit it. She was armed with two Glocks, both in holsters on her hips. She decided the Beretta, their other typical weapon of choice, would be too cumbersome under the circumstances. Once she realized everyone was in place, she pulled a Glock out, and clicked the after-market safety off. She was just waiting for Cale to give his signal.

Lilly double-checked her duffle bag one last time, ensuring she had everything she might need for her journey. Clothes, makeup, pads, skincare, a brush, lots of bullets, a knife, a flashlight, snacks, water, and her most important tool—a silenced handgun. She wasn’t taking any chances, especially not when she had a hunch that her little sister, Agatha, was tangled up in something dangerous.

Cammie immediately interjects, “I want to hear what happened! I want to stay!” The Sheriff gives Robin the go ahead to carry on with his statement. Robin reluctantly carries on. “As I said, I had my rifle trained on one of the men, and I had my glock tucked away in my belt.” “I didn’t see another hand gun?” Cammie asks bewilderedly. Robin says, “it’s a back up I keep it in the back of the kitchen larder cupboard.”

Axiel was standing in front of a large wooden table I hadn't noticed before, and spread across its surface was an arsenal that made my jaw drop. Guns. Knives. Tactical gear. All of it looked so deadly. "Who are you?" I breathed, moving closer. Axiel glanced up and smiled. "Someone who's learned to be prepared." I reached the table and let my eyes travel over the weapons. Handguns with suppressors. A tactical knife with a wicked curved blade. What looked like smoke grenades. Kevlar vests. Even night vision goggles. "Where did you get all this?" I picked up one of the handguns, testing its weight in my palm. It was perfectly balanced, clearly expensive. "And how do you have access to—" I gestu