All you had to do was board with your submachine gun in a trombone case, as Martin McNally did at St. Louis airport in 1972.
The cache included a submachine gun, pistols, revolvers, and enough Semtex to make 180 bombs.
Tom and I took a car—and a pistol apiece and a submachine gun—and went to get him.
Over every couple of overseers there is a guard with a submachine gun.
The non-com had a submachine gun, empty, with two loaded clips on his belt.
"I'm going down after some grenades and a submachine gun," he hissed.
Oscar waited a second, and then pointed his submachine gun at the ceiling and hammered off the whole clip.
From out of nowhere appeared one Secret Service man with a submachine gun.
But he stayed on his belly just outside the door, remembering the submachine gun.
Then a submachine gun chuckled crisply from Bennington's left.