Liam opened one of the drawers and returned with a black pistol, which he placed on the table.
Kelsi stood a few steps away from the table and stared at the gun with disgust as if it was a bomb ready to explode.
“Let’s start with a basic firearm,” he said. “A handgun.”
“This is a G19. Semi-automatic with a decent amount of rounds,” he continued. He rummaged inside another drawer and placed a box of ammo on the table. “Standard issue, easily concealable. Everyone usually carries one at all times,” he continued, twirling the gun in his hand.
He turned to look at her and was surprised to see her several feet away, almost backed into the corner. He frowned.
“Why are you a hundred feet away?” he asked in a mildly exasperated voice.
“I’m fine right here, thank you,” she quickly replied, cr
