Baiken Guilty Gear Novels & Stories

People died. I turned to the closet in the back room. Two sets of gear hung on the rack. Black tactical pants, reinforced jackets with armor panels sewn inside the lining, boots designed for running on concrete without sound. I stripped off my blouse and jeans and pulled the gear on. The jacket was heavier than what I'd arrived in, fitted with interior sheaths for the daggers I'd already loaded, lined with Kevlar. This wasn't clothing for passing as someone's wife on the way home from the office. This was what I wore when I expected to bleed.

So wait to see their true colors soon and be prepared. I didn't what they said fully but somewhat understood. I drove to the shopping mall. After we parked the car, they dragged me all way to the last floor there stood a black shiny shop named "Kinky Bae". They both walked in like it was some grocery shop but I felt shy and followed them. Jenny picked a cart and walked into the aisle of different stuff that I never saw. Jenny picked handcuffs leather outside but the inner side was fluffy red. He got two pairs, some whips, an eyes blinder, and didlo. Do I really need that cause I already have two to fill both my holes? Vibrator, butt plug, chocker, neck holder. I asked, "Jen, did you try all

He was applying a clear lip balm, checking his reflection in the visor. "I hate velvet," Baek grunted. "It has too much friction. If I have to draw a weapon, I lose 0.2 seconds." "If you have to draw a weapon, just rip the sleeve off," Felix smirked, capping the balm. "It would be incredibly sexy. Like the Hulk, but with better tailoring." Baek shot him a look that could curdle milk. "Focus, and try not to speak so much. We are supposed to be observing every detail. Can you do just that one thing?"

Not when Skyr hasn't told the squad yet. We finally made it to the shop that sells gears. Numerous uniforms, boots, gloves, bags, and equipment line the walls and stalls. No one was here except for a middle aged shopkeeper and a few small drones that served as a CCTV. One stall caught my sight. It was lined with numerous combat gloves with thick padding on the palm and knuckles. I nudged Rachel and pointed at the aisle. “Over there.” I told her.

He stays close to the fence, lurking in the shadows to avoid the illuminating beam arising from the lighthouse that might give away our position. As I step out of my vehicle, I pull my black beanie over my head and take in what Niko is wearing—a black hoodie, black skin-tight jeans, and black steel-toe combat boots. “How the sickme (fuck) are you meant to fight in those skin-tight jeans?” I ask him with curiosity, drawing my gold-plated gun and flicking the safety off.

Jennings estate kept its own gear for the apocalypse, and we were trying it on for size. Elky pulled open a steel locker tall enough to lock a basketball star in. Inside: rows of matte-black jackets, tactical vests with more pockets than one can use, and boots that looked like they’d walked through blood and back. He tossed a vest to me. It hit with a thud, like it carried all the promises men don’t keep, but good gear does. “Kevlar weave,” he said, matter-of-fact. “Stops a .45 if the shooter sneezes while pulling the trigger. Anything bigger, you’ll still dance.”

I was literally shitting bricks, I mean they said I could even die during these things. I held a gun in my hand, and the other stuffed in my boot, both were berreta 89. They were the ones I choose for my first trial out, as they seemed light and Satiny. Just as I said they SEEMED to be light but they weren't in reality. But I liked it anyways. "You nervous?" Oikawa nudged my shoulder while on the lookout for the enemy. "Haha of course not." I replied with sarcasm. I followed behind them as we commenced ahead into the building.

Nathan explained as Beckett's gaze landed on their gags. Beckett didn't mind their mouths being covered. He didn't intend to reprimand the men. He was just reminded of Vivianne and their deep kiss earlier. Beckett wanted to taste her again, and at the same time, he wanted to smack himself on the wall for thinking about a damn girl while in the middle of illegal work. "Who among those people called the police?" Beckett asked, raising his hand. Nathan handed Beckett a face mask and a baseball bat. Beckett wasn't a baseball player, but he bought one of the most expensive baseball bats in New York. The black color, partnered with shiny gold glitters, complemented Beckett's sardonic attitude.

His fair skin remained unfettered from the strings of hair, and he looks the same, despite the months that have passed since they last saw each other. “Hello, boy?” Balak’s deep-voiced groused from his heavy throat. He lowered his hood, and Ginika’s eyes widen at the body makeup. The man was blessed with abs and muscles. Veins trailed his skin and walk through every part of his body. The belt of the battle gear that held his pants from his shoulders was buried into his skin, trailing down as though it was made from his body. “What’s your favorite weapon?” Balak asked despite sounding uninterested.

I sat across from Agent Chen, every muscle tense. "You have fifteen minutes," I said. "Then I call my lawyer." "Fair enough." Chen opened a folder. "Marcus Bain. Killed at your family garage. Three bullets. Three shooters. You were there. Want to tell me what happened?" "Self-defense. He threatened us. We defended ourselves. There were multiple witnesses." "Yes. All members of your MC. All with motivation to protect you. All with reasons to lie." Chen pulled out crime scene photos. "But here is what bothers me. Marcus had no weapon on him when he died. No gun. No knife. Nothing."