Baiken Guilty Gear Novels & Stories

The dock smelled like salt water and rotting fish. Leo stood behind a stack of shipping containers with Kai right beside him. Night air was cold. Leo had changed into black tactical gear. Tight shirt, cargo pants, boots that actually fit. He carried a gun in his hand and another on his hip. For the first time he felt like he belonged in this world instead of just partying on the edge of it. Kai checked his watch. “Team is in position. We move in three minutes.”

The petite redhead breaks the salience, "Ummm… Hello, I'm Becky. I hope you like to eat because I love to cook." "I'm Benjamin, and I am part of the elite team of the Druit Guard. I'm not a picky eater." He's just standing there. Oh gezzz, he's an excellent investigator and warrior, but he's only 23 and has no experience with women who are not warriors like him, and he treats them as one of the guys. Amelie breaks the awkwardness, "Congratulations, Becky! I guess you will be coming with me to the Druit Guard!" Becky takes her gaze off Benjamin and looks around him at Amelie.

I watched as he swifty dodged the red lasers,until something caught my attention. "Wait stop zooming into the gem"I ordered. "Sir done" "What did you say the thief looked like"I asked looking at the red nail polish. "He was quite muscline"he starmmered and I smiled. I put a call through to the MD of the museum. "Yeah the CCTV guy I want him sacked" "What did please wait"he begged "What did you say about the thief"I said looking at him letting my dark aura come out. "I....I...I.... I don't know"he said shaking in fear.

On top of that have enough surplus for backups essentially, only around 100 thousand pairs will immediately be distributes and the rest of the 900 thousand will be shelved. The second types, is the Military gears, from backpack, tactical vest all the way to the ammo pouch and the Special gears, such as belt with sheathed for the swords and wands. The special types of gears. All of these was for the military, and naturally I also included the uniform for all of those that were working on the domestics and the non combatant field. Hence these is the task for the Accessory factories and those that makes gears.

He wore red running shorts with a white stripe so short his thighs could blind someone, a cropped muscle tank that said Alpha of All Things Fabulous, and a rainbow-striped fanny pack strapped diagonally across his chest like he was going into combat with glitter and sass. To top it all off? Tube socks and Velcro sandals. Cheyenne sat up so fast she nearly dislocated something. “WHAT in the fresh hell are you wearing?!” Gunner growled under his breath, glaring at the portal behind him. “You look like you lost a bet and your dignity,” Cheyenne cackled, doubling over. Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fann

He instantly gains on her and holds his wife’s jaw. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Don’t try my patience, or else you’ll see” He emphasized everything he said. Aisha can’t stop but laugh, not minding the tightness of Duke’s grip on her jaw. “What are you going to do now, Duke? Will you hurt me? Then do it! And let everyone know how beast you are, that the boss there looking up to is heartless when it comes to his wife.” Aisha was dumbfounded about where she got the courage to speak back.

What if that latex wrapper truly belonged to Kaelen's own pockets? "The gear does not belong to my inventory," Kaelen growls, his scent turning incredibly dark as his mind reads the suspicion crossing my face. If his remaining sanity were not actively anchoring his beast, his hands would have already gripped my collar to scream directly into my face: My profile maintains zero habit of carrying condoms into corporate sport meetings!

The Ghost led them to a rack of sleek, matte-black tactical gear. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie—lightweight kevlar, integrated comms, and mag-boots for climbing vertical surfaces. "Put this on," the kid said, tossing a bundle to Leo. "It’s breathable, so you won't roast in the vents. It’s also fire retardant, which might be important if Eleanor decides to torch the place." Leo stripped off the heavy coat and the ill-fitting combat trousers. He pulled on the black suit. It was like a second skin, hugging his muscles, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Try it out. The recoil on that one is practically non-existent. It’s custom-built for speed and precision. The kind of weapon that doesn’t just take a man down—it sends a message.” I raised it, testing the aim. The sight aligned perfectly, and the weight didn’t strain my wrist. I pulled the trigger on an empty chamber, the click sharp and satisfying. “Not bad. What about armor?” Dimitri stepped to the side, pulling out a sleek, black bulletproof vest. “Level IIIA. Lightweight but tough. Handles rounds up to .44 magnum without breaking a sweat. And if you’re looking for something more discreet…” He held up a vest that looked like a casual jacket. “This one’s for when you want to blend in but

The guard obeyed, confused. Becky circled him slowly, eyes scanning his armor. “Lift your arm.” “My lady?” “Now.” He lifted his arm. Becky leaned in, fingers brushing over the etched metal of his bracer. Her nails scraped faintly against the surface as she searched for something—anything—that might justify the dread clawing at her insides. “What are you hiding?” she demanded suddenly. The guard’s eyes widened. “Nothing, my lady.” “Liar!” Becky snapped. “You all think I don’t see it. The way you look at me. The way you whisper. Passing messages for her like obedient little hounds.”