I frowned as I turned on the light and heard her gasp. The room, while not particularly huge, is lined with racks of weapons ranging from wire garrotes and rings with poison needles to a couple of mortars. The really heavy stuff we keep broken down at the warehouse. I crossed to the submachine gun rack and grabbed my H&K MP-9. I unlocked the trigger lock and slung the weapon over my shoulder. Nadia pointed to my MP-9. "It’s not a smart gun."