Aria Scarlet Ammo Aa Novels & Stories

If Brigid was mad at me for that, she had yet to rear her head about it. I wiped down my rifle and slid it back in its sleeve before snapping my skis back on. It would make my way down the slope so much easier and more fun to use the short skies than to snowshoe my way down. Makya was emerging from his hiding spot and waved to me. “Eileen, good shooting as always! Which did you use?” Makya called. “Silver on the alpha, that one there was the 165 grain bullet. Seems to have done the trick.”

For a moment he acted almost human and not the homicidal killer he's trained to be. There are people fighting the good fight deep in Mexico and Moon has funneled guns there for years. They fight the cartels and it takes a giant set of balls to do it. These guns will help them tremendously. The FN SCAR assault rifles are used by the U.S. Special Forces and are hard to come by in large quantities. They fetch a pretty penny on the black market. Moon makes the deal.

Eagerly, she fired some rest shots on an indestructible barrel outside Chef Marvin’s restaurant. The poor prop must have developed PTSD, even if it was indestructible. Sasha fired without warning nor a pause until her chamber was empty. The lack of firing cool-down was thanks to the random player-crafted effect. The chamber could only hold up to eight bullets and required upgrading if Sasha wanted an auto-reload function. Even without it, her reloading speed was inhumanly fast. “This is great!” she grinned. “The recoil isn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. That’s right. I should go to the fifth floor and get this enchanted immediately. Ben’s cousin said there was an option for auto-rel

he said pulling the revolver from his back waistband. “Keep it,” Aaron insisted. “I’ll get you more of the special ammunition it takes. It looks like you might need it.” Once again, Taavi thanked them, and Aaron followed Jamie back toward the car. As they climbed in and headed back towards Pearl Harbor, Jamie said, “Well that’s enough excitement for one day!” “Yes, it is,” Aaron agreed, intending to head back to his apartment to get some paperwork done and enjoy the pristine ocean views.

If I can't buy steel, at least I can stock up on ammo. His hatchet-gun was down to its last round—and that made him uneasy. He posted another message. [Buying: Hatchet-Gun ammunition. Permanent buy order.] [Note: Open to trades. DM for pricing.] Within ten seconds, a female player messaged him privately. Bella Aniston: [Do you have antibiotics? I'll trade nine rounds for a bottle.]

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"

"They’re coming back for their 'Product.'" "Let them come," the woman with the scar said, racking a shotgun that looked like it had been built in the 20th century. "We’ve been practicing our 'Returns' for a long time."

“Pretty face, yes. But this is guns. Not...” I stepped forward. “You got something to say about my face, Viktor, say it directly. Otherwise, let’s stick to business. I have money, you have guns, we doing this or not?” That made him pause. Just a flicker. Then he grunted and opened the van. Inside were crates. Sealed. Stamped. Serial numbers filed off. I moved closer, inspecting the markings like my Dad had taught me. FN SCAR rifles. A few sniper systems. Boxes of ammo underneath, packed in gel-lined containers. No fingerprints, no questions.

I asked they nod their head. "Will I get killed?" I asked softly. "not by us, maybe one of Ace's enemies, we just want our things from him." The other masked person said. "but what if-" I was about to say when one of the masked people fell on the floor. "Fuck!" Ricky cursed when he saw the blood coming out of his friend. He looked around, his gun in his fingers. "don't tell me you fucking called him," Ricky mumbled still looking around.

Gabriel has a red hue to his before we switch back, our suits intact. “They work even my wolf didn’t notice it,” Caden smooths his suit down, a smile on his face. “Here are the serums. The red one is for burns, the blue is for deep wounds, and the translucent pearl-like one is …” Gabriel flicks his gaze towards Aurora before continuing. “To stop any use of nightshade from taking effect,” My mate swallows, nodding as we all begin slotting the vials of serum into our suits as we clip them in so they don’t fall out once the fighting begins.