Free Printable Gun Inventory Sheet Novels & Stories

"Someone put it there! You have to believe me!" The lead agent approached and looked at the gun, turning it over in his gloved hands. "Semi-automatic pistol, 9mm caliber. Serial number..." He tilted it towards the light, his fingers running over the metal. "...completely scratched off and impossible to read." He turned to me and, for the first time, looked me directly in the eyes. His gaze was neutral, professional. "Sophia Morgan, you are under arrest for possession of an illegal firearm. You have the right to remain silent..."

They noticed what the arguing soldier intended to do, and it put me on edge to see that they were not trying to stop him. I had a clearer view of the scene, but the man in question still backed me. I noticed the guns spread on the plastic table beside him. The shiny surface of the silver 40 calibre Smith and Wesson caught my eye. A Sig Sauer P238 was also among the clump and no one had to tell me. I sure as hell knew who this man was. There was only one person in this world that could carry as many weapons as these and still forget his ID and license. This time, I could imagine he would say he had left it on a kitchen cabinet or in his fridge…

ANENE UCHENNA FROM OBAFEMI AWOLOWO HOSTEL IS OUT, SHOT BY OKOYE SAM FROM HERBERT MACAULAY HOSTEL The adrenaline coursing through my veins didn't let me to either feel happy or anything. My heart was just drumming heavily. I walked over to where his gear was. His gun was a mini14, I had three guns already, so I had no need for his own. I went to his pouch bag. There was nothing else there except for his gun's cartridge and his puzzle piece. Thinking of the possibility that his puzzle piece may be simpler than mine. I picked it up, it turned out to be the exact same thing with mine.

There are three cell phones – one each from Tony the driver, Mailin, and Duplass, not to mention Duplass’s Bluetooth earpiece. There’s the contents from my backpack. The cash and credit cards are worthless, but there are several GPS trackers still left, plus some tubes of super glue. As for guns, we have five: one semi-automatic pistol from Grant, plus four more from the FBI – two from Mailin and Duplass, and two from their fallen comrades. All in all, there are about 100 bullets. Hopefully that will be more than enough. I stop hacking for a minute and stare at all the objects laid out on the table. They are pieces of a puzzle I have devised, but not yet put together.

As she walked up to me, she pulled out an old number book and set it in front of me, and beside it was a silver 9-millimeter. “What is this?” I asked Glancing up at me, she scoffed, “They’re a hobby of mine, okay? I like to collect things and this just happens to be one of the things I collect. I know I don’t seem like the kind of woman to own a gun, but I do, so let’s not make a big deal of it.”

Damian I grabbed a few of the handguns out of the bag and walked out of the closet back into the major section of the cabin. I placed a gun in the drawers in the kitchen, one on either side of the counter, and placed another one in the drawer on the island. I walked into the living room and placed a gun in the drawer on the coffee table then went into the laundry room and placed a gun in the cabinet above the washing machine. It might be overkill, but you can never be too safe. I walked out of the laundry room and went over to the couch, kicked off my boots, pulled my gun from behind my back, and set it on the coffee table. I laid down on the couch. I felt exhausted even though we had stoppe

“Clean weapon. Licensed. Registered.” He carefully bagged it, making a note. “Now,” Harris went on, “you also understand the DA’s office might want to look at this. Even if it’s self-defense, they’ll want paperwork to cover themselves.” I smirked faintly. “Paperwork I can handle. Just make sure nobody tries to spin this into something it isn’t.” “I’m not in the business of spin,” Harris said firmly. “But people will ask why you carry a rifle while jogging with your wife.”

Along the far wall, built into custom cabinetry, was an arsenal. Guns. At least a dozen of them, secured in foam cutouts. Handguns, rifles, and something that looked military-grade. All sleek and deadly and terrifying. "Jesus Christ, Cade." I took a step back. "Are those legal?" "All registered. All properly documented for international transport." He moved to the case, running his fingers over the weapons with the same care he'd use handling art. "I don't do anything halfway, Scarlett. If we're going after Silvio, I'm going to be prepared."

“Ohh… I saw the numbers. People really are interested in bombs, hand …. Hand what” “Hand grenades…” Luca supplied. “Yeah those, people are investing in hand grenades, automatic rifles and automatic pistols and …. What was that chamber…. Chamber....” “8 bullet chamber revolver”? Luca said again, biting his lower lip. She glared at him with a stinky eye, but she was so excited to tell them about her notes. “How did you…” Hugo was actually surprised. “I… let me show you. Let’s go”. She practically dragged them out and waved at Joshua to bring her tablet from the table.

She put it down, facing away from us. I walked her through the other guns, showing her how to load them and unload them and make sure the safety was on. “The shotgun can only hold two bullets—but they count. Shoot someone at close range, and they’re done.” I showed her the rifle. “Use this if you have many opponents. This is a little different because it uses a magazine rather than bullets.” I showed her how to add a magazine and take it away. “A Glock is good to have in your purse or in your nightstand, easy to carry if you’ve got one target. But if you’re ever under threat, always go for one of these two.” “Do—do you think I’ll be under threat?”