NOLAN SLID THE MODIFIED mob holster on then his jacket. Since they couldn't carry guns in Japan, they had a range of back-up tools to serve the purpose of protecting themselves and their clients.
"What can you tell us about the drone?" Melody's focus was on Theodore, who'd shed his coat and was pacing.
"It's a toy still. It flies around, takes pictures and fires rubber bullets. It's a concept Doug is dicking around with so it looks like he's trying." Theodore wheeled away from them and strode toward the windows.
Melody glanced at Nolan.
Rubber bullets were easy enough to swap out for real ones.
Why had no one mentioned this?
"Guys?" Vaughn turned from the computer, one hand mashing an earpiece to his ear. "There's been a high profile homicide. Someone got shot at their home."
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