Chapter 38: Chapter 38: QUINN

"Don't forget the Macs." The Macmillan one eighty-eight is a long-range lethal weapon that can take out anything in its path no matter how big or small.

"And the M14 battle rifles." I called out to Ty and Zak as we entered the weapons room we'd set up in the basement of the mansion.

"What do we look like, new fools or some fuck? Get the hell outta here." Zak checked the glock he held in his hand before placing it in the cache with the other weapons he'd already loaded.

It was almost disheartening to see that shit on our homeland. Never thought anyone would bring the fight to us. But we're navy, we're always prepared for whatever.

"If it isn't bitch made number four." I guess he was taking himself out of the equation.

"I'll take that Ty. If this is what it means to be bitch made then I'm all in."

"I'm happy for you brother. She looks solid." Zak bumped my fist and went back to what he was doing.