Chapter Forty
The following day, Taz went on a scouting expedition. When she returned to her apartment she packed an army issue knapsack. Taz tucked three blankets into the bottom and added bottled water, her Ziess field glasses, a pair of tight-fitting pig skin gloves and her shooter’s glasses. Satisfied, she set the knapsack by the door and moved her chair to a spot alongside the kitchen counter. Balancing herself, Taz reached up into the rafters and pulled down the heavy case. She set it on the table.
The case was made of some sort of space-age plastic and inside, nestled in foam, was a rifle. Taz quickly assembled the hardware and hefted its weight. It was substantial. Almost fifteen pounds, and with the ten-inch silencer attached, the rifle stood almost as tall as she did. But hoist
