Today's OneWord: Firearm

None of us were allowed a firearm on our person when we entered the boss's headquarters. Whether or not it was due to security or paranoia or both was up for interpretation. Even so, the guards were particularly hesitant to even allow me my decorative war knife, which I always carried on me.

"Relax," I told them, waving my left hand more coaxingly than dismissively. "What do you think I'm going to do with this blunt thing, poke him with it?"

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