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"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.

Greer said, “You’re telling this court that you, Mrs. Harrington, a woman who needs corrective lenses to see clearly, identified Agent Viviane Kane—a federal agent—from fifteen feet away, through a window, at night?” “Yes,” she said. Greer stopped abruptly, “And you’re certain of this?” Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. Without waiting for her to recover, Greer turned on his heel and walked to the defense table. He picked up a sealed evidence bag, holding it up for everyone to see. “Your Honor, this is Exhibit 14C: the firearm recovered from the scene. A Glock 19, standard issue. This weapon was tested and confirmed to have Agent Viviane Kane’s fingerprints on it.”

"I present a proposal that will revolutionize the world of weapons technology. Our company has been selected for a secret mission by the United States government." The room buzzed with anticipation as Kairav revealed the nature of the mission. Armtech Buenos Fire Company had been tasked with developing an innovative weapon system for the United States military. This system will involve the export and import of key equipment for caliber ammunition, the most powerful and precise ammunition ever made.

"I was strapped for cash last month, so I listed it on a second-hand site and sold it!" Could this mess things up? Jordan cracked a smile. "Mind showing us the sale record?" The kid's hands were all trembling as he fished out his phone. He scrolled through the second-hand site until he found the sale post for the camera and handed it over to Jordan. Jordan gave it a quick once-over. "Mr. Guller, this guy's camera was sold off a month back. It was sent with insurance, and the label had the camera type and model on it, so we're all good there."

“Calm down Amelia, you look like you have seen a ghost” “Why won't I act like that?” she almost yelled, but soon after realized that people could hear out, she toned down her voice as she spoke again, “there is a fucking gun on the stage” “So?” Xavier shrugged, and Amelia's eyes widened in shock. “I…” “Shhh the auction is about to start,” he said and Amelia almost lost her mind just by the statement he made “Brought before you is a fully automated Glock 17 pistol made from porcelain. This Safe-Action trigger system makes shooting in stressed situations infallible” the auctioneer announced as a cold shiver ran down her spine. "Let the bidding begin"

Finally, grandpa said, "I need to get my granddaughter her own rifle. I'm thinking a .243 Remington model 700 camo with bolt action rifle with a Leupold scope should work for her. She fired my .243 at the ranch and she did well with it." The owner asked, "Is it going in your name Frank or her name? Either way, there's that damn law for three day waiting period, cause there's a bunch of assholes in Washington who want to infringe on our second amendment rights. They think by taking away our legally owned guns, they'll stop the morons from killing other people." "It's going to be her rifle so might as well have her fill out the forms."

She has to start from scratch. She put all the documents back in the box. She will continue next time. For now, she will prepare to pick up her son from his school. However, one thing is sure the safe box is no longer safe. Ara put back the documents into the safe box, but not the gun. Maybe it is best to carry a weapon. Besides, the firearm she had was easy to carry. She did not examine the gun last night, but now she realizes that the gun was small and easy to carry. If she was not mistaken, the gun is called Sig P365, which was in demand for women because it has a small frame and is easy to carry.

I considered the firearms, running my fingers along the sleek, deadly curves. Mark leaned back in his chair, dark eyes appraising me coolly. "The Beretta 92FS is always a reliable choice," he murmured, tapping the sleek black pistol with a calloused finger. "Accurate, lightweight, and packs a punch. I've also got the latest Glocks—polymer frames, high magazine capacity. Perfect for your men."

He sniffed, liquid snot running down his nose from his coughing fit, and opened the bottom right drawer of his desk. Built into the drawer was a fireproof safe. The back half held a hanging folder for important documents, and the front half was open to hold a variety of shapes and items, and the whole thing was lined in black felt. One of those items was a loaded pistol and a small box of ammunition.

"I want you." "You might not have a choice," Silas interjects. He slides a paper across the table. "This came down the wire at 4:00 AM. Issued by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives." I pick it up. It’s a warrant. Name: Drakon Vasilios. Charges: Grand Larceny (Military Grade Weaponry), Domestic Terrorism, Murder of a Federal Agent. "Murder?" I read. "Agent Miller?"