Gear Guilty Novels & Stories

Nodding, Gage entered the cool living space and made his way over to the bedroom, where Chantal checked the bedside table. “Ready to go?” Jerking, she straightened. “Jeez, you move quietly.” “Part of my job.” “Well, you look the part. Back in your ninja gear.” He looked down at his ballistic vest and the MSD weapon and tools strapped to his belt. “Where’s your big gun? The rifle?” She walked into his arms. “Hidden away. Where you can’t find it.” Gage grinned. “Is it ready for action? Could I… cradle it in my tiny hands.”

"Oh? Is that jealousy I hear?" Without even bothering to deny it, Gunner responded, "Call it however you want." Then his hands that were wrapped around my waist started to make their way to the collars of the blue polo shirt I was wearing and unbuttoned the first two buttons. But after he did that and stared at me again through the mirror, he immediately buttoned it up again. "Why do you still look good in it?" he asked, still grimacing.

On top of that have enough surplus for backups essentially, only around 100 thousand pairs will immediately be distributes and the rest of the 900 thousand will be shelved. The second types, is the Military gears, from backpack, tactical vest all the way to the ammo pouch and the Special gears, such as belt with sheathed for the swords and wands. The special types of gears. All of these was for the military, and naturally I also included the uniform for all of those that were working on the domestics and the non combatant field. Hence these is the task for the Accessory factories and those that makes gears.

Dominic said "Yes sir" I answered "please stop calling me that. Look on the back seat you will see a holster, put it on. Do you know how to put it on?" He asked "I might no be in the gang life but I know how to put a holster on my thigh. I'm not that stupid" I said annoyed at the question he asked. Dominic : I never said you were stupid, now look in the glove compartment you see a Glock 17 gold. Attach it to the holster before putting the holster on and please be careful.

Like standing too close to a live wire. I eased my palm to the knob and found it loose, no resistance. Whoever had left this door open wanted me to come in. A slow grin didn't touch my face. It was a trap, or a test. Either way, I wasn't walking into either unarmed. I pulled the leather jacket tighter across my chest, fingers brushing the butt of the Glock at my hip. The metal was cool and heavy and familiar. I drew it out in one practiced motion, thumb resting lightly on the slide as if to salute an old friend. No flare, no clatter. Just the soft click of safety off in a world that did not forgive mistakes.

The two bodyguards nodded obediently, and left as Roger sat on a chair, guiding Karen to his lap as he instructed Max. “Activate our Genutech.” Their Genutech was a short term for one of their well-developed tracking devices called, Genius technology. The size of that device was as small as a chia seed but had not only an audio but also a camera. However, as soon as that man took off his jacket, they wouldn’t be able to hear, see, or track him. That was the reason why Roger instructed the bodyguards to follow them. As soon as the activation was completed, Roger heard the report. “Sir, I’m sorry, but we couldn’t get any information to interest you.”

“Lily? Holy shit. You dying or something?” “Shut up. I need gear.” He laughed, low and annoying. “Gear? What kind?” “Four pinhole cams. Wireless. Motion-activated. At least 48-hour battery. Night vision. No lights.” Silence. Then, “You raiding the cartel or just spying on a new boyfriend?” “Derek.” “Fine, fine. I got three left from a job last month. Top shelf. You’ll owe me huge.” “I already owe you nothing. You owe me.”

GUNNAR I rose to my feet, thin black dart pressed between my thumb and index finger. A card spade symbol had been stamped along the length of the dart in white ink. It didn't take a genius to figure out who these darts belonged to. I looked down at the guard's body at my feet, releasing a growl of frustration. Fucking morons. Each one of them that was hit tonight was a bunch of morons that I apparently paid to wear a suit, stand around, and look pretty.

He handed me a Glock while he shrugged off his slightly torn jacket, put on a holster belt, and secured his Beretta. I wanted to punch myself for thinking that he looked insanely hot wearing that gun and holster. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and undid a few buttons below the collar, which gave him an irresistible bad-boy vibe. This was most likely the worst possible situation for inappropriate thoughts, but here I was, biting my lip and feeling the adrenaline moving down to my lady parts. I chased away my sudden horniness and drew the deepest breath I could. "Do you think those people will come after us?"

' His bodyguard Devin, Billa and Jack were behind him. Jack sat on the couch and removed his gun from its holster. My stomach lurched and my heartbeat turned faster. I heard all inhaling sharply. Mr and Mrs sood started to shiver. I could see the tension on there's faces. Their faces turned white in fear, color drained from their faces. " Papa! Papa! Chopard gold watch. We can buy a bungalow with it. " Gerry said to his father in excitement, almost grinning. I controlled my laugh, but couldn't help smiling.