Aria Scarlet Ammo Aa Novels & Stories

He was a good shot but I became the better one over the years. If I were truly being followed, going with Gunnar to collect this shipment would put him in some deep shit he didn't need, "I'm not going to be there to receive this month's shipment, Logan. I have something to do and we both know Gunnar is fully capable of handling this on his own." "Too bad, make sure to check the shipment out. I've sent another batch of ammunition for you if you need it," Logan didn't know why I used so much ammunition and he never questioned it. It was what I liked about him. He couldn't judge me either way.

Scarlet thrashed around trying to get to Skylar but I Held her close until she relaxed. When I pulled away she gave me a sad smile and left with Val. I wanted to stop her but I couldn't. I looked over at Skylar who looked a lot better than she did seconds ago, her wounds were healing and Aaron gave her a piece of cloth that she used to wipe the blood. Aaron was about to kiss her but--- "Hold on Ron.." Skylar said to Aaron who just nodded his head like a statue... "SCARLET WAIT!!." she yelled after Scarlet who gave her a murderous look.

A thin layer of frost covered her brows and eyelashes, making her look like a sleeping ice fairy. Jack reached out, his hand trembling, unable to touch her. He could feel the chill emanating from her body, freezing the surrounding air. “Alcatel…” Jack’s voice was hoarse with extreme pain, “12 hours…we won’t even reach the center of the Pacific!” “Boss…” a weak voice came. Victor lay on another bed, Marcus treating the gunshot wound in his shoulder. “Old Scar’s” mercenaries used “Silver Core” bullets, specifically designed to deal with supernatural beings.

she admitted softly. Ryan’s surprise was evident, but he remained quiet, allowing Scarlet to explain her situation without interruption. The doctor continued his line of inquiry, his tone empathetic yet methodical. “And have you ever been diagnosed with having an anxiety disorder?” Scarlet’s confidence returned as she shook her head. “No, I haven’t. My therapist never mentioned anything like that.” Dr. Lawrence nodded, his expression contemplative. “And are you currently taking any prescribed medications?” Scarlet hesitated for a moment. “Yes, I am,” she replied firmly. “But they’re antidepressants, not medication for anxiety.”

"We searched them. Traps were set—trip wires, false compartments. It turned into a damn shooting gallery." My stomach flipped. "Did anyone get hurt?" I asked, voice suddenly smaller. "A few of mine. Nothing fatal. But the ammo they used, tactical, specific. We traced it." He paused. "It was Caruso's." So there's a specific ammo they're using? Cool!

The Seven Pillars stole the design from the US Navy SEALs. In fact, the 308-1 is referred to as the 308-1 NAPALM grenade (my emphasis is on the 'N+' part) in the US inventory. 'Arinniti's burning heart, what a horrible way to die' was replace by 'they were going to use these on my Amazons, the fuck-wads'. As I dove headlong off the end of the second vehicle, another 'little' problem arose. If you recall, the first victim's weapon mount was an auto-grenade launcher. The after-battle evaluation indicated the Seven Pillar's team brought way too much spare ammo to be remotely safe.

"Bullets do not depreciate, Commodore. They only become more expensive to everyone who is not holding them." Remy stepped in, all swagger and bad cologne. "Here is where we land. We give you two hundred, and you throw in the next shipment free, the launchers and the ammunition, and we call it square and keep doing business like gentlemen."

He pull again, pull and pull and nothing came out. Scarlet burst out laughing. She only put three bullets in the gun for each of them each but then she decided to. Change the plan. Shooting them will be so easy so she came off with the game. And yeah the game went well as planned, it was a test for Khalid and she knew he'll mess up. "I gave you a simple tasked and you screwed it. You were suppose to aim it at her not me." Scarlet plastered a smirk on her face and brought out a pistol from her pocket.

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

and with that, ammunition rained from the opponents' ammo. “Fuck!” Alexis hissed as she give pressure on her wounded shoulder. “Hiding in a not-so-safe place won’t make you alive for too long, kiddos.” Athena mockingly said as she continuously fire the opponents using her Beretta PM12 Submachine Gun. Alexis shrugged as she listened to the former officer's voice not so far from her location.