Army Weapons Qualification Tables Novels & Stories

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

Once inside, I felt the cold wall for the light switch and flipped it over. The lights staggered on, starting at the back of the armory where we stood and coming to life in a pattern moving forward to the other end of the long, narrow room. Shallow insets built into the walls featured bright overhead lights that shone down upon swords, scythes, and other ancient steel and silver weapons mounted to the stone. The center of the room featured a long, low wall of shelves accessible from either side, within and upon which were stored all varieties of weapons and ammunitions. My Beta fished his tablet out of his pack and opened up the checklist he had prepared ahead of time. Then we started our sl

His eyes flare fervently, “Don’t test my patience otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to play with your toys.” Lifting my hands up, “Fine, fine. I surrender.” Mainly because I wanted to marvel the weapons here. “Good girl.” Heat flourishes to my cheeks whenever he calls me that. I shouldn’t like being praised by him, but I do. Clearing my throat and scanning the room, white tiled walls and black tiled floors, the familiar scent of gunpowder tickling my nose with glee. All four walls were filled with different types of weapons; rifles, pistols, shotguns, revolvers, semi-automatics – the list was endless. Metal desks lay beneath the rakes, some filled with bullets made of liquid crystals a

I said. Darius threw his hands in the air. “Of course you are.” Ignoring him, I walked toward the clearing behind the camp where we’d set up for drills. Different weapons were laid out on a rough wooden table. There were some chains, blades and silver bullets among others. I was one of the few wolves that could withstand silver and use it without fear of weakening.

The mirror gave way with a hiss of air. Behind it was what could never be imagined. Weapons. Dozens of them. All neatly arranged, organized with surgical precision. Guns in rows, knives secured in foam. Even grenades, small, smooth, deadly. Each piece of armor was labeled, maintained and gleaming as if touched just yesterday. Marco stared wide-eyed for a while. PNot in fear. But in disbelief.

Every single thing was in its place. Racks lined the walls. Not decorative. Practical. Organized. There were blades of different lengths, short knives built for close work, longer swords with grips worn smooth. Several crossbows rested on a central table; their bolts stacked neatly in cases. Along one side sat a cabinet holding firearms, meant for the kind of situation where claws weren't enough. Below them were boxes of specialized ammunition each labeled in neat handwriting.

Battle gear (armors, bulletproof vests, helmets, shields) – Verid and Rocky Artillery (assault and sniper rifles, handguns, Tasers) – Zhackary and Jeffery Bioweapon (corrosive liquid, tranquilizer darts, poison arrows) – Rhianna and Jaden Explosives (land mines, bombs, nukes, improvised explosives) – Gina and Czar Food Production (animal hunting, food crop plantation, harvesting, food trading) – Goyo and Mono Improvised weaponry (spears, bows and arrows, daggers, halberd) – Keisha Medic Team (antidotes, first aiding team, medical tools and equipment) – Shino and Renz Battle Trainers (archery, military, bio, explosives, Med) – Archery: Rhianna; Military: Zhackary; Bio: Jaden; Explosives: Gina

I walked up to them and greeted them with a nod, and they replied in kind. "Let's head inside, gentlemen," I said as I motioned towards the door. We stepped inside the armory, which was filled with weapons of all kinds. As I stepped into the armory, my eyes darted around the walls lined with an array of weapons. The room was well-lit, the fluorescent lights illuminating every corner of the armory. I could see the shelves, crammed with an extensive collection of war props, from battle-axes to spears to bows and arrows. A rusty chainmail hung on the wall, the tiny metallic rings clinking together in a cacophonous tune.

I replied and placed back the gun. "That's cool, I'm good at combat and a certified shooter, nobody can lie to me in those fields'' said Mowry, we walked out of the room and made our way to another room, it had swords, daggers, knives, arrows and many more kinds of them, stuck on magnetic holders by the walls, some spread on the tables with different sizes. "Oh…" I said giving her a thumbs up, I liked her confidence, truly. "Have you ever been to a war before?" She asked.

“You either prove yourself or you are out. And in this room, ‘out’ could mean dead.” He gestured toward a long table where an array of weapons was displayed. Pistols, knives, brass knuckles. He pointed at the target range at the far end of the room. “First test: marksmanship. You will shoot. Fastest and most accurate make it to the next round. Twenty will be selected.”