Novel & Cerita Free Printable Gun Inventory Sheet

Disappointed, he glares at her as Alexander presses a gun to her head and asks Dolf for the detonator. The gun that Alexander holds against Jenny's temple is no ordinary weapon. It's the long slide G24.40 S&W Glock that he obtained through his French 'pastime' with Sophie. She had gifted it to him during his business trip with the Les Beaux Voyous, using their drug smuggling routes to sneak it into the States. Since he was the point man, it was a relatively easy task. This Glock was his preferred firearm, known for its reliability and minimal chances of jamming. The intricate designs of both Glock and Smith & Wesson made it adaptable to various shooting techniques and conditions.

Most of us carry nine millimeter weapons. "Everyone empty your weapons," I order. "Slowly. Place them on the table." "You can't be serious," Greg protests. "Do it. Now." One by one, they comply. Guns slide across the polished wood. I count them. Six weapons. Six men, minus Marco. I check each magazine. All full or nearly full. But one gun is missing a single bullet. Julius Franklin's gun. I look up at him. He's frozen, his face a mask of shock.

I cleaned the weapon on the corpse’s shirt and took my time to look at it. I traced my hand over the golden snake engraved into the dark handle and smiled. "Thanks, dad."

While she was left hanging and frustrated as her eyes stared in the atmosphere. “I’ve got various types of pistols here. Pick your preference and bring it to the cashier.” Primo said and laid the rectangular metal container that contained different types of pistols. Herald didn’t spend long enough to pick his preference as it doesn’t really matter to him–as long as it fires at his target, no problem.

James turned and let out a sigh with an eye-roll. “Oni pytayutsya nas obmanut', boss.” [They are trying to cheat us, boss.] Holding out my hand, James put the invoice in my hand. Ria came up next to me and was reading it with me. My mouth turned down. They were trying to charge us the same price except there were thirty-six guns missing from the invoice. That was three crates of guns. Two crates of AKs and the rest were a mix of smaller handguns. Looking up at the group who were standing around, I narrowed my eyes. They seemed to shift and step back. Crushing the paper in my hands, I looked around at them.

Making Shawty’s belongings very minimal. She went to a nearby cupboard, opened the last drawer and delicately removed the false under revealing two handguns, several fake passports and about a hundred dollars in different currencies. She removed her heels and took out the knives she had hid there and placed them with the other weapons. Walking around with them had been a chore and she was glad to be rid of them until now.

Here I am inside a gun storage with a lot of displayed guns, different types of guns. I took a pistol to see if it was a real or just an airsoft gun, but when I removed the magazine it contained ammo. I couldn’t believe looking around me. I looked at the height of the wall where there was a name written. "Rifle Winchester's Assets," I read in writing. I returned the gun to its former container and immediately exited the gun storage. I fixed the wall so that no one would notice then. I took the SD card out of the drawer before I left the room.

she asks as she puts in the combination. I abhor guns but I can shoot, so I nod. “This is a Glock 26 Gen4. It has 10 in the magazine and one in the chamber ready to fire. If you’ve used a Glock before, you know the safety is in the trigger pull, so it’s ready to go. Point and shoot.” She expertly removes the magazine and the bullet in the chamber before handing it to me with the slide back. I give her an inquisitive look. She shrugs. “I was a cop and gun safety is fully embedded in my soul.”

“I’m full of them.” --- She walked the aisles slowly, studying the layout. Rows of guns, knives, and crates. Labels in coded ink. Not for show—this was inventory meant to kill. “You catalog all this by memory?” she asked. “I know every weapon in this room,” he said. “And who’s authorized to touch them.” “You think I’m going to steal a gun?” “I think you’re going to test me. And I’m reminding you that you’ll lose.” She turned on him.