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he added smugly. As Hector spoke, a low growl echoed through him, "If my weapons fell into the wrong hands, like yours, both species would be destroyed, wolves and humans alike. Weapons such as these were designed specifically for a great war. These are not toys and, as such, will not be sold until they have been perfected. My company has sold other weapons to you guys and the military, and we will continue to do so. However, the one you are seeking will never see daylight as long as I live." Hector told him through gritted teeth. Adams' face lit up with a sinister smile as he responded, "They say death comes in swift winds, Alpha Hector."

Jackson grabbed my hand again and he started walking down the stairs first and helped me down so that I wouldn't trip and then he turned on a gas burner at the bottom of the stairs and it lit up almost the whole room. I looked around in shock, circling in the one spot at the armory that was right under my feet this whole time. It was bigger than the one that was known to us. Werewolves don't usually use weapons. We don't need them in a fight, so the armory that the pack knew about was really small. This one wasn't. It was full of hand guns, riffles, grenades, materials to make bombs, everything that we would need. So I grabbed a duffle bag off of a shelf and started filling it with everythin

It made me feel powerful. I heard a snick behind me and turned, only to see Hakan unsheathing a small curved dagger. I knew he carried guns, but I had no idea he also had a dagger on him. It was a pretty dagger, there was a scorpion engraved on the black hilt, while the blade itself was a shiny silver. I wonder how many lives he had taken with the blade. My question must have been written on my face, because he replied to me.

This was his real target today. After searching several empty warehouses, he finally found the armory. The moment he laid eyes on the shelves stacked with supplies, his breath caught. "Jackpot." Even with expectations, the sight made his heart race. Crates of unopened military ammunition were neatly stacked in the corner. [Acquired: Hatchet-Gun Ammo x30 crates (3,000 rounds)] [Acquired: Anti-Tank Mines x10 crates (500 units)] [Acquired: Hand Grenades x10 crates (1,000 units)]

They carried short-barreled kinetic rifles their laser sights cutting through the rising steam in sharp red lines. "Secure the perimeter! Identify the mother and the infant!" the lead operator barked. His voice was a robotic drone that held no human emotion. "The asset is properties of the Zurich Federal Council under the 1996 global banking emergency act! Stand down. You will be neutralized as corporate combatants!" "Like hell we are!" Marcus growled. With a surge of physical power the massive engineer rose from behind the windlass. His large hands swung the heavy iron cargo crowbar in a terrifying arc that caught the lead operator directly across the chest.

everyone echoed, their voices creating a thunder of their own. The armory was controlled chaos. Marcus oversaw the distribution of Moonbane weapons—daggers that could disrupt dark magic, arrows tipped with purification runes, even a few experimental bombs that I swore would work. "You swear, or you hope?" one warrior asked nervously, eyeing the glowing devices. "Bit of both," I admitted with a tired smile. "But hey, worst case scenario, we all die together. That's kind of beautiful if you think about it." The warrior stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

Nearby warriors followed him into the basement, through the secured door they entered the armory. "We don't know who attacked or how many there are, so bring as many weapons as you need and arm yourself! Notify the battle regiment and the border guards!" Kendrick ordered while donning tungsten body armor and arming himself with multiple daggers, a sword, and specially made automatic weapons for specially made silver bullets that can pierce through and physically harm any supernatural. A warrior had already suited up and left, and the rest of them were armed and ready. "Check every floor, and once the building is clear, make sure they make it to the safehouse! Let's go!"

"So this parking lot consists of 5 floors, each floor is approximately an acre. We all know, any negotiation taking place in a covered parking lot would be on the second last floor or top floor. In this case it's cause they don't wanna get caught by police." I went to a button on the wall and pressed it to make the hologram of the wall disappear. In its place were racks of guns. "A few of the guns we're expecting these two crews to be carrying," I picked up the guns as I read them out and tossed them to Jack, "Sniper Rifle, Strum Ruger & Co, Smith & Wesson .38, Glock Inc. .40, typical machince guns and High Point Firearms." "That is what we'll be using but we also gotta show 'em why we provi

"You know this is a neutral zone. Nobody is allowed to arm weapons. Put that thing back in your necklace or you'll kill someone." "Mira!" Creed's ass began to sweat, his throat dried up seeing the deadly tool being handled so casually. "Why do you have such a dangerous weapon in a place like this?" "Oh right! You didn't know, little brother." Akash jumped in to explain further, "Actually, most of us here have a few secret assassination tools with us. That's because we are the privileged children of reputable clan heads and elders. Not trying to brag, but you can say that this is a necessary countermeasure if something goes wrong."

Lexis turns to him with smrik on his face. "C'est un honneur d'avoir pu rencontrer le sous-patron.(A pleasure to meet you too, Jacques.)" Lexis says before adding on. "Vous dites que le prix des armes de poing est de 50 millions. Et le mousquet alors?(You say the price for the handguns is 50 million. Then what about the muskets and others?)" He asks Jacques.