Chapter 2952 Split My Poor Little Pussy:>114

I picked out a full-sized Cadillac for our needs so that all four of us could drive in style and comfort. Before we set out the taller and darker of the two agents tossed me the backpack, she had been carrying around. Rhea whispered in my ear that it was my new gun rig. It was a custom build by an up and coming weapon smith contracted out by the White House as well as the Intelligence community at large. I slipped into the rest room and took off my shirt and hoodie. The rig took the form of two forearm weapons that were surprisingly slim and lightweight. I was told they fired a flat ceramic disc at ballistic speeds. I strapped them on, loaded them, and put the extra clips in my back pocket with my smart screen. "Reminds me of a smaller version of a shuriken catapult." I muttered to whoever might be listening.