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“You’re playing with fire again.” “I can handle fire.” “I know,” he said. “But fire burns.” I met his eyes. “What do you have for me?” He opened the back of the SUV, revealing a sleek metal case. Inside were files, a satellite phone, and a compact weapon wrapped in cloth. “Its something you should see.” He handed me a folder marked ‘OPERATION G-17’. I flipped through the pages. Photos. Maps. Bank transfers. All pointing to one name repeatedly,Ben Carver.

Jason said and both read through. Wolf paused after a while, slammed down the document and looked to Jason. "All these language is not to confuse me right? You read it little Lawyer. My terms are simple. He must deliver five crates of unmarked guns by Tuesday or I will take keep the diamonds. If anything else is added to that document to trick me, you will be in trouble, little Lawyer," Wolf said and alarm bells went off in Jason's head. He glanced at his client Flynn and resisted the urge to curse out loud. Why is the president of an airline company signing an illegal weapons deal?

replied the cop whose name Susan did not even bother to remember. “No nibbles here, as I can see,” said Susan and she turned towards Bill who had crouched down beside her as well and he said,” This means that it has not been here for that long.” “And I also spotted something else here,” said the cop as he directed the spotlight in a different direction and Bill went and walked towards it. “This is a Browning .32. It has got a suppressor in it. This is a really nice piece,” said Bill as he pulled it up and dropped it in the evidence bag.

CROSS REFERENCE ALL ACTIONS WITH FI‍LE: A7X 1142. So the house held the secrets, the who and the why. The of‌fice,⁠ a place c‌alled Suite A7X 1142 in the Ae‌gis⁠ Tower,‌ he‍ld the tools, the how. The actual weapons. I took the gray ledger.‍ I gra⁠bbed the satel‍lite phone. I‌ opened the sma‍ll lockbo‌x. Inside, nestled in⁠ foam, wa‍s a pi‍stol. It was matte black⁠, sle‌ek, and look⁠ed deadly serious. Next t⁠o it were t‌wo extra magazines. The metal was shockingly cold.⁠ I put i‍t all in my tote⁠ bag. The weight‌ of the gun a‌t the‌ bottom felt like‍ a terri⁠ble truth.

They greeted each other perfunctorily, then transferred some documents between their datapads. They reviewed and signed the Delivery of Repossessed Goods Form 255B, as well as Acknowledgement of Receipt 9F, then finally filled out and signed the required Peer Performance Surveys AA6, CM-96, and the R-0492. All as mandatory. It took a good five minutes to complete. “This looks like a great batch of equipment,” said the Inspector idly. “Looks way too new - someone forget to pay their bills or something?”

“Clean weapon. Licensed. Registered.” He carefully bagged it, making a note. “Now,” Harris went on, “you also understand the DA’s office might want to look at this. Even if it’s self-defense, they’ll want paperwork to cover themselves.” I smirked faintly. “Paperwork I can handle. Just make sure nobody tries to spin this into something it isn’t.” “I’m not in the business of spin,” Harris said firmly. “But people will ask why you carry a rifle while jogging with your wife.”

Xavier could read a person just by staring at them so he naturally knew how greedy Logan was , too bad Xavier can't seem to stomach greedy people. "The guns that's gonna be sold to them is ready." Godvric informed when he received a text. Godvric couldn't understand how a CIA operative such as Logan could be so dirty. "Tell me about it." "S&W M&P Shield Ruger 1911 Commander Glock G17 S&W J-Frame Revolver Charter Arms Bulldog Smith & Wesson M&P Glock G43 Handgun Glock 23 Handgun Ruger LCR Pistol are guns that's gonna be sold."

he muttered and paused, then he pulled off the wrapper used to cloak it, everyone gasped in excitement. “Beautiful Ladies and awesome gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you, one of the very best we got, The Magnum Research BFR, this bad boy might look harmless but this is a rifle cartridge in a revolver, this bad boy will push a five hundred grain bullet to 1150 fps and generate 1468 foot-pounds of energy at the muzzle. Without saying much, this big friggin revolver speaks for itself, who wants to go home with it tonight, we will start bidding from a thousand dollars and above, let's see your hand if you want it,” he announced.

Amberly asked, walking slowly toward the table. "Insurance," I replied. Reaching inside, I pulled out four thick, banded stacks of untraceable hundred-dollar bills. Dropping them onto the granite counter, I reached back into the bag and extracted two heavy, silver-plated tactical handguns, along with six loaded magazines. Finally, I tossed two sleek, black Canadian passports onto the table. Amberly stared at the passports. She reached out, flipping the top booklet open. Her own face stared back at her, paired with a completely fabricated identity.

"Make sure the precinct signatures are on the back page." Eli flipped the folder open on top of the cabinet, the beam of Noah’s flashlight illuminating the yellowed pages. His eyes scanned the typed text, moving past the insurance clearances and the vehicle transport logs until he reached the final sheet. There, stamped with the official blue ink of the Geneva regional precinct, was a document titled *Proof of Life Registry: Non-Public File.* Beneath it was a recent digital signature from the Senator's private legal office, dated just six months ago, confirming the monthly allocation of funds to a private medical facility in the northern territory.