Gap Cold Control Jacket Novels & Stories

The extremely important folder containing my visa and passport was already tucked inside safely as I paced around my room for any overlooked possessions. Liza came over early to make sure I didn’t completely lose my shit, and was watching me with amusement. “Do you think this is a warm enough outfit? It’s like 20 below in Tobolsk right now.” I gestured to the black puffy aconcagua jacket, skin tight black leggings with a cozy fleece interior, and a pair of knee high black boots I purchased recently from Old Navy. I’d also be sporting a blush pink angora sweater underneath. It was way too hot to wear right now, but I planned on keeping the clothing handy for when I got laid over in New York C

He takes up one of his bags, unzipping the top. "I told you, there's not a lot of point giving me a gun. I really don't know what to do with one." Klempner's fishing through the bag. He looks up from under his brows. "You might surprise yourself, James, if it came to it. But it's not a gun I'm thinking of." He tugs out what looks like a plain black gilet, except it has velcro straps at the sides. "Put this on." He smiles at James' blank expression. "Kevlar body jacket. It won't turn you into Superman, but it will give you some protection against gunfire."