Chapter Nineteen
Sophia watched as Grace placed the large ammo box on the table. Everyone gathered to look, hoping for the best. Sophia was surprised that Damien and Jay were still here.
Grace’s neutral expression was usually unreadable, but right now she seemed less than enthused. ‘I’ll be honest with you, we have plenty of medical supplies but not much firepower,’ she said.
‘What are you carrying?’ Sophia snapped.
‘Vector SMG with suppressor,’ Grace said. ‘It does the job nicely inside twenty-five meters.’
Sophia eyed the strange-looking weapon on the table beside the ammo box. The adjustable stock was folded over one side of the submachine gun; at only forty centimeters long, it looked like a staple gun on steroids. There was a bulb-shaped vertical grip under the suppressor and a t
