Baiken Guilty Gear Novels & Stories

Something needed to change if I couldn’t even protect my own wife. “Pakkun, fokus.” Aleksei brought me back. “Keenan, describe everything.” “The table has been broken. There are multiple bullet holes in them. Two men down on the floor. One has a kitchen knife in his throat, 10 inches. The other had an 8 inch stuck in his forehead.” Aleksei whistled but I ignored it. “Keenan what are they wearing?” “Tactical gear, high end. There are two AK’s and they have undrawn pistols. Helmets and eyewear. Not for night though, for sun.”

“The same way you’re all watching me now. Confidence is louder than any weapon, Supervisor. And I knew exactly how to use it.” Someone behind Judah muttered, “Damn.” Another agent, McCoy, leaned forward, testing her. “What were his guards carrying?” “Two had Glock 19s. One had a concealed ankle piece, likely a Sig Sauer P365. The fourth had a limp—recent hip surgery or a poorly fitted holster. He was slow on the draw. I made sure to sit facing him.” Judah nearly choked on his water. “Jesus,” Rollins whispered. Trenholm, trying to keep his composure, nodded. “You picked all that up during dinner?”

she agreed. She got me all sorted with all different types, styles and colors of bras and under ware. She found me some comfortable pj's too. We finished and I gestured for my brothers to come back and pay. Luckily, it all fit in a few bags that Jaden and West carried for me. "Thank God that's done." Zeke muttered as we walked to the sporting goods store. "This is more like it." Jaden sighed as we walked into the store. "We all need some new gear here so let's split up." Zeke suggested after we found Leo, Joe and the other guards.

D; Mom and Dad says thanks. Was she being real? Were my parents grateful for something that I did? And why was I even concerned by it? I shook my head and dropped the device back on the table, refocusing my gaze on the large mirror in front of me. My battle gear had come in a while earlier this morning, it was a jumpsuit kind of style with tiny straps and it was made with snakeskin, for easier shifting. The competition would begin in an hour but the nerves were already starting to rise. Lord Hansen hadn't met me yet and Jessica was nowhere in view, I doubt that he had found out that his plan had foiled or that I had captured his goons.

The gear isn’t so extensive like it would have been if it was an official MARC mission. A belt, guns, and a very flimsy vest. Jesse gives the fire arms team a look and they wince. “Best we could find on such short notice.” He sighs, “Is there any way Golden Boy could wear two??” he asks, looking around. Fighting the blush, and trying to stay level headed when I tell him, “If i wear two, you’re wearing two.” He frowns at me, then sees the set look in my eyes and sighs,

“If you keep punching with your wrist bent like that, you’ll break a bone before you ever hurt an opponent.” That deep voice shattered her concentration. Belle’s heart dropped. She grabbed the swinging bag to stop it, then slowly turned toward the entrance. Bastian stood there. He wasn’t wearing the sharp suit from last night. Instead, he was back in his usual gear: gray joggers, a sleeveless black hoodie showing off his biceps, and a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked tired. Faint dark circles shadowed his eyes, as if the lavish engagement party had drained him instead of filling him with joy.

Bev gifted me female combat boots, combat jeans, combat jackets, camouflage jackets, army helmets, t-shirts with the inscription 'I ❤️ The Mafia', and 'Mafia's Lil Angel'. This girl was seriously in love with this military, Mafia, guns, and weaponry lifestyle. I didn't understand why I needed army camouflage helmets or those t-shirts. Were they planning on dropping me in the middle of some jungle war zone? Bev was eagerly looking at me for approval. I desired not to come across as rude, so I display full gratitude. Charlie and Arielle received tons of priceless toys and clothes so they were busy with their playtime. Even Haruki was spoiled by cat trinkets.

There was no way Fenrir would supply us with invincibility gear that didn’t obscure our scent. As we approached the hill, I could make out the shape of a castle. I swallowed over and over, trying to digest our predicament. At this rate, I would be handing myself over to the monsters and buying all three of us a one-way ticket to the Punishment Pits. It was time to pivot. Beki gave me three sharp barks and sent me an image of Griff. It took a second to work out that she was reminding me that he had placed a pair of guns in my jacket.

Ben nodded, stroking his chin deep in thought, “Guess you’re right. My little sister almost got kidnapped the other night. Thank God she had a stun gun with her. Which gives me an idea…wait here.” He went to the back of the store and came back with two stun guns. “You see these two?” he asked, placing them on top of the counter. They looked like mini torch lights. “One’s an original, the other’s a counterfeit from the black market.” Amber blinked, they were both black and small and Amber couldn’t tell the difference between the two. “Which one did your sister use?” Ben pointed to the first before looking suspiciously to the left and right like a secret agent.