Holstered

"Huh, you definitely could have got this in a smaller trailer if you'd packed better," was my initial response to stepping into the semi trailer.

"Yeah, well, the agent in charge decided we needed to have the option of a mobile base, so we left room to access stuff without unloading it," David said, also implying that he thought it was wasteful.

He lead me over to a cabinet and unlocked it with another key. Inside were four M4 assault rifles, a sniper rifle, and six pistols, as well as magazines and boxes of ammo.

"Of course, fucking Glocks," I bitched, picking up a pistol.

"You prefer something else?" Carter asked.

"I'm a Sig girl. My personal gun is the P229 with a red dot, so switching to a Glock Nineteen-M sucks."

"I like Glocks," David commented, leading Carter and me to chase the heathen from the trailer while I loaded the gun, found a holster, and signed it out.