He strode out of the office, hooking his sidearm belt from a hanger as he went by.
Gonzales was zipping up his tunic and putting on his belt and sidearm.
After all, a kirpan was a sidearm, and his religion required him to carry that.
Even worse, the pressure at his hip told him that he hadn't even bothered to take his sidearm off.
As Barrent came through the doorway, two ...