believe his eyes. The inside of the safe door held about ten handguns. The belly of the safe stored many rifles. Michael didn’t know much about guns other than what he saw in movies. But he knew enough to understand that his friend was a one-man wrecking crew.
Murph pulled out each weapon, racking the slide and inspecting the chamber. “Pick your poison, soldier. For handguns we have the Glock 19 Gen 3 9mm or the Sig Sauer P226. Both light and easy to conceal. Maybe a revolver is more your speed. How about the Smith & Wesson .38 Special or the Dan Wesson .357 Magnum. More power and more kick. Personally, I prefer guns with more stopping power. I like the Taurus Raging Bull 454 Casull or the Kimber Custom 10mm. Of course, the tried and true works. The Remington 1911 .45 ACP or the Springfield XDS in .45 ACP. But if you want to bring down a tank with a handgun you could opt for the Desert Eagle .50 caliber.” Murph looked at Michael who appeared to be a deer in the headlights. “The Glock 9mm will be fine for you.” Murph handed the pistol to Michael and then dumped a handful of loaded clips into his arms. He tucked the Remington 1911 into his back waistband and then stuffed the Kimber Custom into a holster around his ankle. Michael blinked at the hidden compartment on his friend’s leg.
“Now we move on to the heavy artillery. Shotguns work best in smaller environments or close range. We have the Remington Versa Max 12 gauge or the Mossberg 590 Cruiser without shoulder stock.” Murph swung this shorter shotgun around his finger several times. He clearly enjoyed his hardware. “For flexibility and speed we have the AR’s. Smith & Wesson M&P15 or the Ruger AR-556. Or the Bushmaster M4 carbine.” He laid each rifle down on the table with a reverence. “If you fancy yourself a terrorist I also have a Century AK47. If you think we need longer range strikes then we should probably bring out the Browning X-Bolt 30.06 or the Springfield M1A .308. Ah, a classic. I think the CZ 550 Magnum 338 Lapua would be too much firepower for tonight. But it will fill some skivvies with shit for sure.” He beamed as he held this long rifle up under the lights. “Shotguns would be good. I’ll take the Mossberg. You grab the Versa Max.” Murph pointed to the guns on the table.
Michael finally came around to speaking. “I think the handgun is enough for me. You know. For tonight.” He swallowed loudly and Murph started laughing. He punched Michael in the shoulder with little effort and yet Michael’s shoulder felt as if it crumbled into a hundred pieces underneath the skin. His friend was brutally strong.
“Now. How do you want to do this? Should we kick in the door and go all guns ablazing? Or do you want me to set up along the perimeter for a head shot?” Murph was in his element and enjoyed the new mission. He was the ultimate warrior.
“Uh, I guess I will just start by knocking on his door and then take it from there.”
Michael was met with Murph’s blue eyes in shock. His bald head wrinkled up in disgust. “Why don’t you invite him to tea while you’re at it? So much for the element of surprise.” Murph deflated at the prospect of losing an opportunity to send lead down range.
They stuffed their pockets with ammo clips and shells. Murph even tied a tactical survival knife on his hip. As they prepared to leave the basement, Murph stopped Michael on the stairs. “If you mention what you’ve seen here tonight to anyone, I’ll be forced to take you out.” Michael grinned as he thought Murph was joking around like he always did. Murph didn’t smile back. “I’m serious.” He held Michael’s gaze for a long moment and then turned to continue up the stairs. Michael swallowed hard again. What had he gotten himself into, he thought.
Chapter 22
“Please, please, please, Daddy!” The twins pleaded in unison. Every so often the girls would cajole Derrick into either telling them a bedtime story
Murph pulled out each weapon, racking the slide and inspecting the chamber. “Pick your poison, soldier. For handguns we have the Glock 19 Gen 3 9mm or the Sig Sauer P226. Both light and easy to conceal. Maybe a revolver is more your speed. How about the Smith & Wesson .38 Special or the Dan Wesson .357 Magnum. More power and more kick. Personally, I prefer guns with more stopping power. I like the Taurus Raging Bull 454 Casull or the Kimber Custom 10mm. Of course, the tried and true works. The Remington 1911 .45 ACP or the Springfield XDS in .45 ACP. But if you want to bring down a tank with a handgun you could opt for the Desert Eagle .50 caliber.” Murph looked at Michael who appeared to be a deer in the headlights. “The Glock 9mm will be fine for you.” Murph handed the pistol to Michael and then dumped a handful of loaded clips into his arms. He tucked the Remington 1911 into his back waistband and then stuffed the Kimber Custom into a holster around his ankle. Michael blinked at the hidden compartment on his friend’s leg.
“Now we move on to the heavy artillery. Shotguns work best in smaller environments or close range. We have the Remington Versa Max 12 gauge or the Mossberg 590 Cruiser without shoulder stock.” Murph swung this shorter shotgun around his finger several times. He clearly enjoyed his hardware. “For flexibility and speed we have the AR’s. Smith & Wesson M&P15 or the Ruger AR-556. Or the Bushmaster M4 carbine.” He laid each rifle down on the table with a reverence. “If you fancy yourself a terrorist I also have a Century AK47. If you think we need longer range strikes then we should probably bring out the Browning X-Bolt 30.06 or the Springfield M1A .308. Ah, a classic. I think the CZ 550 Magnum 338 Lapua would be too much firepower for tonight. But it will fill some skivvies with shit for sure.” He beamed as he held this long rifle up under the lights. “Shotguns would be good. I’ll take the Mossberg. You grab the Versa Max.” Murph pointed to the guns on the table.
Michael finally came around to speaking. “I think the handgun is enough for me. You know. For tonight.” He swallowed loudly and Murph started laughing. He punched Michael in the shoulder with little effort and yet Michael’s shoulder felt as if it crumbled into a hundred pieces underneath the skin. His friend was brutally strong.
“Now. How do you want to do this? Should we kick in the door and go all guns ablazing? Or do you want me to set up along the perimeter for a head shot?” Murph was in his element and enjoyed the new mission. He was the ultimate warrior.
“Uh, I guess I will just start by knocking on his door and then take it from there.”
Michael was met with Murph’s blue eyes in shock. His bald head wrinkled up in disgust. “Why don’t you invite him to tea while you’re at it? So much for the element of surprise.” Murph deflated at the prospect of losing an opportunity to send lead down range.
They stuffed their pockets with ammo clips and shells. Murph even tied a tactical survival knife on his hip. As they prepared to leave the basement, Murph stopped Michael on the stairs. “If you mention what you’ve seen here tonight to anyone, I’ll be forced to take you out.” Michael grinned as he thought Murph was joking around like he always did. Murph didn’t smile back. “I’m serious.” He held Michael’s gaze for a long moment and then turned to continue up the stairs. Michael swallowed hard again. What had he gotten himself into, he thought.
Chapter 22
“Please, please, please, Daddy!” The twins pleaded in unison. Every so often the girls would cajole Derrick into either telling them a bedtime story
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