Andy checked it, and set up the reference on the GPS system of his own computer. "I'll still need the note, preferably from the most senior guy here. Somehow, I don't think they'll take my unsupported word, even with one of your id beacons."<br/><br/>He shrugged on the jacket, over his shirt, and got the pistol from his pack and put it in one pocket. The spare magazine went in the other one. Then he paused and pulled it out.<br/><br/>"Uh... I've played enough arcade shooters to be reasonably certain of my aim, but could someone check this thing is ready to use? The thought of going out there again fills my with a cold, gut wrenching terror, and I could do with some .45 caliber synthetic courage."<br/><br/>(The gun is actually a Glock 18 9mm with a 17 shot clip, a common hand gun for mercs.)