CHAPTER 4
THE NINE OF us who would be going up top exited the control room and headed through to the armoury. I pulled on a black turtleneck over my “bad girl” T-shirt as I walked. There was no sense in sticking out like a hooker in a convent if I had to go outside.
Now to pick up my toys.
Bradley handed me my custom-made thigh holster, and I strapped it on, selecting a Glock 9mm for the right-hand side and a silenced .22 for the left. Extra magazines clipped onto the back of the belt, then I added a knife to each side. Those slotted in neatly next to the guns.
Blanco’s team may have been more heavily armed than us, but I didn’t plan on getting into a “my gun’s bigger than your gun” pissing match with them. There was simply no point in weighing myself down with half a ton of lead when
