After the handgun, Mr. Johnson continued to hand Shard new items:
"Firearm License and bullets. Your monthly bullet quota is 50. You have to wait until next month to get more, and when you do, you must specify how the old bullets were used. Some damned guys recently caused a lot of trouble by reselling arms on the black market... Keep the firearm license safe; if you lose it, go directly to Riddlevitch Field to replace it. It's already registered in your name."
Shard took the heavily oiled, weighty box of bullets with one hand, prompting Mr. Johnson to raise an eyebrow at his strength.
He continued to take items out of the carton, this time a sheet of paper:
"Your enlistment consent form. You can sign any name; it's mainly for ease of accounting. MI6 is part of the Royal Army, so you need to sign this."
Thus, Shard signed as Sherlock Holmes, noticing that every organization he dealt with seemed bothered by bookkeeping.
Mr. Johnson reached for one last item, again a document:
