Novel & Cerita Gear Guilty

He says giving me a gun. "Have you ever used a gun?" He asks and I shake my head no. "That is a Beretta Cheetah. It is a semi-automatic pistol so you have to be careful. It gives quite the blowback if you don't have experience with guns so you have to be prepared." He explains and I nod. I just can't get over the fact that he looks so sexy. He took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up and let me tell you, wheeehooo.

The metal walls over the cabin vibrate as the engine rumbles into life, Hartwell pulls out a handset which crackles as he speaks into it. "Setting off now." He tucks it away again into the holster on his belt. On his other hip... Taser? The fabric of his shirt folds over the holster, partially concealing the contents. I lean, shifting on my seat as though uncomfortable, trying to get a better look... No... Glock? HK45? "Something wrong, Larry?" Hartwell's voice grates and echoes. "Cuff's tight. It's digging in." I offer up my restrained wrist as far as it will move.

Sliding it seamlessly into the leather shoulder holster, I ensure that it is properly concealed beneath my suit coat. In my line of work, having a reliable and efficient weapon is crucial. For me, that weapon of choice is Glock. These semi-automatic handguns with polymer frames are widely favored by law enforcement and military personnel across the globe. With their robust construction, user-friendly operation, and safety features, Glock firearms provide the assurance I need for personal protection.

At that moment, I removed the jacket covering my frame under Dominic's idea earlier, and Dominic followed my movement. “Why do you keep staring at me?” I was in a sports bra, and on top of it was a cropped zip-up hoodie, which was coupled with leggings and a black running pair of shoes. “You look good.” He commented softly, and my lips rose slightly, before I averted my gaze with faked calmness. “I know.” Dominic stared at me for a few seconds before retrieving a black gun, “This is Glock 17 and what you will be using today for the training. It is light, has low recoil, and the grip is textured in case your palm gets all sweaty.”

Up and down. I looked up at his hazy blue eyes, and then down at the thing half concealed by his suit jacket. The butt of a gun stuck from his waistband, hooked on the lip of his belt. I recognized the make. A Glock 17. Standard military and police issue. Seventeen in the clip, one in the pipe. Fully automatic. Fully illegal. Elian saw me looking. His grin curved higher. “Like what you see?” “I prefer not to dance with a handgun.” I hid my wariness. Should have seen this coming anyway.

The gear isn’t so extensive like it would have been if it was an official MARC mission. A belt, guns, and a very flimsy vest. Jesse gives the fire arms team a look and they wince. “Best we could find on such short notice.” He sighs, “Is there any way Golden Boy could wear two??” he asks, looking around. Fighting the blush, and trying to stay level headed when I tell him, “If i wear two, you’re wearing two.” He frowns at me, then sees the set look in my eyes and sighs,

I felt a small squeeze on my hand. “Let’s get this over with and go home,” I said, smiling at the most beautiful woman in the world. A loud growl interrupted our moment. Jared and gray eyes were back on their feet. I flexed the muscles on my arms, growling back at him. Gale took my left, ripping his shirt off, a smirk on his face. Rigel took my right, running a hand through his hair. Anna and Sabri were behind us, each holding a Sig Sauer M17.

"Thank you for reminding me that partnership means trust. Even when it terrifies me." The armory was in the sub-basement. A room I'd never seen before. Walls lined with weapons-guns, knives, tactical gear. Everything an army would need. Ghost was already there, checking equipment. He looked up when I entered. "Ready to suit up, Mrs. Russo?" "As ready as I'll ever be." He pulled out a tactical vest. Kevlar. "This is rated for nine-millimeter and .45 caliber rounds. Won't stop everything, but it'll stop most common threats. Put it on over your clothes."

George did not give him the grace of completing his threat and hit his head with his gun. “Ouch,” he shrieked aloud. “Shut up and remove your jacket,” he ordered. He locked eyes with him and discovered that he had judged him wrongly. “Remove your jacket,” a security guard lent his voice. He looked at the onlookers and looked down in shame. The security guard who despised the clunker the day Tim bought three expensive phones at the same time just saw the car. To his dismay, he was calm and busy with his phone. Presently, the money bag began to pulled off his jacket and his second gun fell off.

So, I go in search for Garrett to see if he had any better luck than I did. Finding him at the other end of the store I hear him talking on the phone. “Really? You’ll let us do that? No Mav that’s perfect yeah. Everything in this store is shit I would love the honor of wearing the new gear. I’ll speak to my girl and get her to agree. This will be huge for us especially if he finds out who I’m with.” Wait, what? Who is he talking to? What does he mean by gear? But most importantly who is the he is talking about and what does it have to do with me? I walk closer to him as he finishes off his call he turns and looks at me with a smile on his face. But something feels different about this smile