Aria Scarlet Ammo Aa Novels & Stories

Scar placed an envelope on the desk,he picked it and opened it,a smile lighting up his features as he read the contents. “Seriously,she said I've abandoned a lonely old woman, Aria is anything but old,that sly woman,well lucky her my shift will soon be over,and I'll be taking you home just as she requested”he looked at her with a smile,is he always smiling,she thought. “Sure I'll just go get the drugs from the pharmacy” Scar walked out with her prescription,well she had to come since Aria won't let her be ,what hurt can a hospital trip cost,but of course it would cost a lot.

'Scar? 'I NEED YOU ASAP!' 'SOS' 'CODE RED' 'Scarlet?' 'Scaaaaaaaaaarrrrlleeeeetttt' 'Bitch do you not see this?' 'You blind?' 'SCARLET! I am in danger there are people out here trying to kill me aaaaaaaahhh so exciting! Isn't it?' 'I need you with me' 'Come on, we'll fight them together 'Scarlet?' 'SCARLET' 'you bitch, are gonna come when I'm dead!!!!!'

I can't see which one. I reach into my ammo pack and pull out the red ball. "Shit. You got a ball?" One of the guys whispers. I shush him and tell them all to stay put. I sneak around to see who it is. Then it hits me. The familiar woody scent that makes my body melt. I smirk to myself as I load the ball marked with a B into my gun. When he comes into full view, I pop up. "Hey!" I yell.

Ace's eyes move towards a laughing jack, he walks towards him and jack notices him. " here comes the pussy, " Jack says and he laughs at his remarks. " Ace, " Andrew calls and hands Ace his sunglasses. Jack was peeking at them in curiosity. Ace grabs it and backs away. " get up, " Andrew demand while looking at jack. Jack chuckles and looks at his friends while standing. " Aw, you brought your buddy, " Jack says while looking at Ace. His friends are laughing like idiots. Let's say that Jack was all purple and blue after about five minutes.

An addiction he had no intention of quitting. - He carried her into the car. Then took out a small jar of ointment from the medical kit. Trauma ointment. A premium product from Sanctum Medica-exceptionally effective for bruises and sprains. Expensive. Rare. Hard to get. Scarlett recognized it immediately. She almost smiled. The formula had originally been created by Dr. Nyx... and later handed to her. She was the one who had it mass-produced. In fact- Sanctum Medica itself...

"Keep driving fast. I'll hold them off!" She pulled out a handgun from her waist. The assistant, seeing this, warned, "Are you crazy? Those are five military vehicles. If you fire, they'll turn us into Swiss cheese!" "We have no choice. We must take her back!" With nothing left to lose, they had to take a chance. "Bang!" Scarlett opened the car door and fired a shot at the pursuing vehicles. The military vehicles were bulletproof, so they sustained minimal damage. Then, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This allowed me better reload time and faster shots. Before my hand was empty of the darts, I reached into the utility belt that held the darts in every pocket it had. I also had a small pouch, that held an additional fifty darts. With the darts, I would be able to refill them, so it was easier to collect the darts than use up all the ammo in my gun. Finally, the horde started to thin out. Until we were left with just a few more and the wolf. “Shit! I am out of ammo!” Sara yelled.

Scarlet and Kesley have gone back to their various pack. There are four types of pack; Dynamite pack, flowind pack, Night sky pack, and CR pack. Scarlet is from the Dynamite pack while Kesley is from surging pack. Scarlet arrived home and was surprised that no one welcomed her. All of them were busy with one thing or the other. She went to her mother and asked her what was going on. She was ignored, and she went to her room to unpack her belongings. Her room door opened but she did not turn.

"Thank you, Dad! You remembered!" She eagerly tore through the wrapping to find a sleek black case inside. Opening it revealed a brand new custom pistol, silver with gold inlays and her initials engraved on the grip. More expensive and much more deadly than the gun he had taken from me to give to her—the one that had caused so much trouble. "Scarlett's gun was old anyway. Hand-me-downs are beneath you," my father said, puffing out his chest proudly. "I had this specially designed. Silver bullets for rogues, standard rounds for practice, and even some fire bullets for emergencies."