Free Printable Gun Inventory Sheet Novels & Stories

She looked at the thing that she arranged. “Four teargases, Four pistols, One AK-47, one shotgun. Five bombs. These will be enough” she said to herself, then looked at Arthur. “What about you, where are your weapons?” She asked. “Two pistols, three bombs, two teargases, one shotgun.That's enough for me.” He said. “Okay then” Avery said and started packing them into a school bag that she saw in a compartment. She carried the bag and weighed it.

I соvеrеd thе ріѕtоl wіth mу cloth nарkіn аѕ nоt tо аlаrm anyone. "No dоubt thіѕ gun іѕ illegal аnd соvеrеd with your fіngеrрrіntѕ. Thаnk уоu, fоr providing mе wіth leverage. I hаvе a сuѕtоmеr, an аѕѕіѕtаnt Deputy Director оf the FBI. He works оf Phoenix Arіzоnа Offісе. Hе оwnѕ three of mу lоuѕу fіѕhіng роlеѕ. Nееd I ѕау mоrе?"

After arriving home, I made sure to check all the locks on my apartment, as well as my inventory of weapons. I managed to bring several boxes of the .380 bullets that are the size for my gun, and there's also a stash of guns that was in the apartment. A shotgun, one machine gun, and also a generous amount of munitions. It's more than enough to protect myself.

I had held my breath being ready for a battle to coerce her into consensus. Me: Will do. I am committed to make you happy if you let me. See you tomorrow. Sleep well, Firecat. With that I went to my office, as I sat down I opened the bottom drawer with the files to review. The packs inventory of food supplies was not balancing and now the weapons underground bunker was missing a few items. The log showed where persons signed for weapons assigned and returned but the count was lower than the par level on ammunitions and guns that were kept.

He was good with computers, so he was assigned to hacking when they needed information. "Here, take this with you." JD handed her a gun. It was small enough to fit in the leg holster she was wearing. Gigi exhaled before accepting the gun. She checked if it was loaded. The gun was a 5-shot Smith and Wesson Ladysmith. Gigi placed it inside the holster strapped to her leg. Her legs were exposed as she inserted it. Tyron whistled when her legs were revealed to her teammates.

They dropped it on the floor and went out to bring more. Within fifteen minutes, they had parked all the boxes inside. He stood and supervised the men as they unboxed it. The Rifles and knives were hung on the wall according to their types and grades, while the pistols were arranged according to their grades. The ammo and bullet proof vests were spread out on the large table while Giovanni stared at them with admiration. “All done.” One of the men said with a deep Italiano accent. He had a receding hairline and a thick beard. He dusted his hands on his trouser before taking out the gloves.

Josh asked. Gage growled again and I tried to keep calm. Digger is the biggest motherfucking coward on the planet. “Handguns with an ivory plate on the grip,” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I got a picture of one from a security camera. He doesn’t get much cash off ‘em so there’s gotta be another reason he’s making them. As best I can tell there was one site for storing parts and another for putting them together,” Josh said, looking deep in thought.

" Next it's the field where we had our training every morning and evening . The equipment are all here . The hall beside the field is the place for us to gather for indoor games or any breifings from the upper management . Next our gym and boxing court . Then the warehouse is where we put our guns and equipments . There are four rooms in the warehouse for the gun expert to look after the gun and the inventors . Next is our transport . We had two helicopters , three lorries , six SUV , six four by four and twelve sedan cars . All are bullet proof . We also had four limousines for the five masters when they attends a banquet. " " Next is the shooting range and the last place will be the golf f

Hearing from PJ has brought back so many awful memories that I tried so hard to forget. Taking my glass of wine with me, I walk around to make sure all the windows are closed and locked, same with the doors. My room is the last place I check. Everything was locked, so I head into my wardrobe and down the bottom is my safe, which I unlock and bring out my handgun and bullets. Sitting on my bed, I get it loaded and place it under my pillow just in case of an emergency. I had no bother handling guns; it wasn’t the first time I have done this. I haven’t had to look at the gun for over a year now, but at times like these, it is needed.

Although it may be hot, rainy, or cold, some people enjoy the challenge of the elements more than the comfort of a temperature-controlled building. “Have you ever held a gun before?” I asked getting the guns out and setting them up. I brought every type of the most common firearms. There’s a revolver, a pistol, a shotgun, a rifle or carbine, and an assault rifle. We also have a sub machine gun and a machine gun in the armory but I guess we better stick with these ones for today. “Nah, I never really got to hold a real one.” She says. “What?” I asked her. She sounded so sure I was surprised.