> > She smiles up at him, "So it is a gun in your pocket." > >Jac chuckles, "I have one of them, too." > > > She winks, then asks more seriously, "Are you as good with it as I am > > with mine?" > >"Let's hope we don't have to find out today." he says as he steps away >from her and moves his pistol from the waistband at the back of his >jacket to one of his jacket pockets. > > > She has her bag, of course. Stop and fish out pistol and tuck it into > > the back of her slacks, "It'll show, but if things are on the up and > > up, we can just stand there til the van leaves." > >"Right." he says as the buzzer sounds indicating some one at the hatch. > >Glancing at the monitor Jac says, "One man with a package of about the >right size and a clipboard." then hits the release button on the inner >hatch. > >"Do you want to do the honors, or should I?" he asks. "Presumably its addressed to me. You can watch my back." She steps forward to greet the delivery person. Mira
