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Ariana shrugged, leading me to the guns as she said, "Adrian had it set up a couple weeks ago. It’s safer than going to an outside range, since there are too many eyes out there." She picked up a sleek black pistol, then she turned to me and said, "Okay, crash course time. First of all, we've got your basics which include handguns like this Glock 19. They’re compact, reliable, and good for concealed carry. Then there’s rifles like the AR-15 which is meant for longer range. Shotguns are for close quarters, like this Remington 870.“ “I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ve played Call of Duty.”

“You can pick whatever you want,” All of the guns in here were old models but they were all oiled up and well maintained. “What kind of powers?” he mumbled picking up a rifle. The handle was made out of wood with engravings on it. The symbols weirdly looked similar to the ones his mother had drawn on that box. ‘Time preservation spell, neat,’ “Is that your choice? You have to write down your name and your choice of weapons. The guns had to be returned in ten days and the bullets used has to be reported,” Killian handed him a ledger-like book.

Fiorella The warehouse smelled of gun oil and metal, sharp, sterile, and grounding. I stood by the table, watching my men unload the latest shipment of modified pistols and custom rifles, each one gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights, the black steel catching reflections of movement. My mind wasn't here, though. Not really. Leo stood beside me, clipboard in hand, running inventory in his usual quiet precision. "Two cases of Berettas, one crate of silencers," he murmured, ticking boxes.

Either way, he could not jinx his probable good luck. Richard rented a car as soon as they exited the major terminal. They climbed in with their bags of clothes. Richard had told Ire on the plane that they would rent harmed guns to use. “Just in case,” He had said. Ire waited in the car when they arrived at a place called Pistol Gallery. Minutes later, Richard came back with a silver briefcase. Ire gingerly unlocked the case and opened it. An unassembled sleek black hand gun winked at him. “LP4 Pistol. It's got a standard subsonic cartridge, high explosive clip on component and a rapid fire clip on component.”

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"Standing at my side in this hospital is ten kinds of Hell for her." "What kind of piece do you normal carry?" Rios asked her. Unsocial didn't mean stupid. "I use a Glock-22 and Rachel carries a STI Perfect 10," I answered. "We have been experiencing quite a gopher problem around the office." I could have done better - I should have done better. I was just too tired inside to create an inventive lie. "Do have gun licenses for those weapons?" Mr. ATF kept prodding at our cover story. "It seems Ms. Louis - is it Ms. Ms. Louis?" Brewster continued. I flashed Rachel a look which she interpreted correctly.

My jaw literally drops on the floor, heart slamming against my ribcage. The place is wide, bearing that familiar look of a standardized CEO office with a large mahogany desk and swivel chair, a mini fridge, flowers, artworks, overhead light that chases away shadows, a black leather couch, coffee table, carpet, and many more I can't name. However, none of these sends a barrage of chills down my spine except the hundreds of guns I see lined up on the shelves that span across the room— Glocks, RPGs, revolvers, MK 47, muzzleloaders, and many more.

Arianna explained as she led us inside. “This is going to be fun!” Cara's voice brimmed with excitement, and I nodded along, feeling my spirits finally lift. Descending through another door, we entered a vast open space with the sight of multiple shooting target papers hanging at the end. They were even human shaped with white markings. “Okay, listen Althaia.” I looked at Arianna standing next to a collection of guns, magazines, and knives that were on display. “I’m going to tell you the basics and how to safely use a gun, so you don’t accidentally shoot us. And Lorenzo would have your head if his dear Cara got hurt.” She smirked.

Not now. My eyes, frantically scanning the room for anything, anything I could use as a weapon, fell on the librarian’s desk tucked away in the corner of the periodicals room. It was a mess of papers and overturned cups, but there, lying half-hidden under a fallen ledger, was a box. A green and yellow box. .40 S&W. 50 Rounds. Ammunition. It was a miracle. An impossible, divine miracle. It must have belonged to the security guards. They probably kept a spare box here.

Earth is outdated I guess, what about AWN". Klaus asked. "No such thing here boss". Abruzzi said. Gwen and Jai Mi picked the Scar Rifle including Abruzzi. "Don't Worry Jai Mi, you won't have to worry about recoil". Nicklaus said as he carried the XM8 rifle. They bounced out and entered into a vehicle before driving off. Nicklaus asked Jai Mi to drive to a warehouse first just across the street. They got down from the vehicle and entered all holding their guns. In the building were about thirty gunmen who were arranging some Crates.