Quotes About Security

Would you trust a bomb to a company called 'Oops'?

Is your security going after the threat? Or is the security static?" Lucas asked.

MICHAELA BOWDEN was a tall woman, thin, ramrod-straight, brown hair with copper highlights, attractive in a front-office way. She was talking to a small group of fawning locals, called a couple of them by name. Lucas picked out a half-dozen security people, four men, two women, within twenty feet of her. Every one of them eye-clicked Lucas, maybe smelling a guy with a gun, though he wasn't wearing one. When they saw Clay pulling him along, they looked elsewhere.

LUCAS WATCHED THE GATE roll back and caught the two clear lenses, and two black glassy spots, one of each on the stone gate pillars, on either side of the driveway. Camera lenses and infrared alarm sensors. The security would be excellent. And the hard drives on the security cameras could be gotten with a search warrant: something to know.

We heard that you think somebody might try to hit Mrs. Bowden. Is that right?" Monroe asked, as he unlocked Palmer's front door. "We don't know the exact situation, but it's worrisome," Lucas said.

Besides, our DNA profiles are already in the army and FBI files. When there's a chance that some suicide bomber is going to blow you into hamburger, the army wants to be able to identify the scrap meat. We've all got DNA profiles.

around the pistol grip of the M-15.

After she'd blocked the peephole, she went to her laptop and did a Google search on peephole intrusions—and learned that women were not only watched, but had actually been filmed through the peephole as they undressed inside their locked rooms. Yet another reason, Letty thought, that all women should be issued guns at birth.

One of the trucks he passed in the parking lot had a bumper sticker that asked, "Got Hollow Points?" Another said: "Heavily Armed . . . and easily pissed." A third one: "Point and Click . . . means you're out of ammo.

To the clothing, he added a pump shotgun and a box of shells. A Glock 9mm semiautomatic pistol went in his Tahoe's gun safe with two extra magazines. If he needed more than fifty-one shots at somebody, he deserved to die.

Cutting the power was necessary to reboot security and other systems, they said. Power will resume momentarily. Be ready to move when it does. Enjoy this music until then! The tablet began playing soothing instrumental versions of modern popular hits. Kiva didn't know whether to shit or hum along.

Which reminds me that you'll be searched on both ends of your journey, on both ends of your body. Sorry, that was a nonnegotiable." Nadashe shrugged. "I was groped worse in college." "I don't know what to do with that information.

There is a certain type of person who feels like they must be armed at every moment of the day or else the world will come for them in some way. Back home, this is very much not a good way to live.

My marriage had its ups and downs like anyone's, but when it came down to it, I knew it was solid. I miss that sort of security, and that sort of connection with someone. Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us. I miss meaning something to someone, having that part of being human. That's what I miss about marriage.

were technically their security detail. Chen, who was new

We're not military," Sharan said. "And I'm sure that will make a huge difference to whoever is attacking the base," Cainen said, and offered the gun to Sharan.

There is a certain type of person who feels like they must be armed at every moment of the day or else the world will come for them in some way.

increasing blasé acceptance of the USA as a nation under siege from within, manning the barricades with the growing legions of hired cops, gypsy cops, rent-a-cops, uniformed thugs insulating the rich from the poor?

Everyone was always in danger, after all. From cancer, from car crashes and plane crashes, from criminals. Most people managed denial; managed to pretend they were safe.

Everybody wants a little bit of land, not much. Jus' som'thin' that was his. Som'thin' he could live on and there couldn't nobody throw him off of it.

And now submarines are armed with mass murder, our silly, only way of deterring mass murder.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

I nearly forgot something my old father told me not long before he died. He said the threshold of insult is in direct relation to intelligence and security.

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