Baiken Guilty Gear Novels & Stories

Eliezah ISINUOT KO ang ear pods ko habang ang mga makakasama ko sa mission na ito ay busy sa paglalagay ng mga gagamitin nila. Kompleto na ako sa mga dadalhin ko at nasa backpack ko na ito lahat. Isinaksak ko sa magkabilang gilid ko ang dalawang baril. Sa boots ko naman ay dalawang hunting knife. Nagsuot ako ng leather jacket at black cap.

Eva was utterly astounded at how easily ze haggled the price down. It was certainly something she could never do. Once the open purchase sheet was closed, Eva owned the equipment. Or at least, one of her identities did. — Fireborn Defense Systems “Jaguar” AntiRiot Defense Suit [B] Ballistics Inc. “Aequitas” Heavy Magnum Sidearm [B] Grevatia Armory “Solstice” Folding Buckler [B] Myrmidon Technology “Starpiercer” Liquid Javelin [A] Outland Supplies Survival Knife [C]

Does this woman ever stop drinking? Her eyes danced around my head, like she was measuring my face frame. Alec seeing the emotionless look I had painted across my features, went to approach her. Stepping on a broken glass, Alec caught her attention once again. He smirked and took one step closer. Casually and calmly without flinching she opened a cupboard. What she searched for, took us aback. She reached for a Beretta M9. Loading it, avoiding eye contact with us, she adjusted it on her underwear. The slightest amount of her skin showing in front of Alec made me boil.

"You actually think I can kill one?" "I think you can learn to kill one," he qualifies. "I don't have the proper clothes for training." "Beck brought you a gift. Apparently, he had one of his women make it for you last night." "Women, as in plural?" "Beck's business." That shuts me up. I walk over to the bag on the couch and open it. Slowly, I pull out the leather harness similar to King's. The difference is Velcro. I leave the food and head back to my bedroom. It takes a few minutes to figure out the straps and get the thing on. The Velcro allows me to adjust it perfectly. I'll make a fashion statement, maybe a bad one with my shorts and leather gear. I don't mind at all.

"You actually think I can kill one?" "I think you can learn to kill one," he qualifies. "I don't have the proper clothes for training." "Beck brought you a gift. Apparently, he had one of his women make it for you last night." "Women, as in plural?" "Beck's business." That shuts me up. I walk over to the bag on the couch and open it. Slowly, I pull out the leather harness similar to King's. The difference is Velcro. I leave the food and head back to my bedroom. It takes a few minutes to figure out the straps and get the thing on. The Velcro allows me to adjust it perfectly. I'll make a fashion statement, maybe a bad one with my shorts and leather gear. I don't mind at all.

He couldn't show any weakness. The Madsun guards had signature red costumes with black stripes, darkened by their demonic logos. They were all calm, like the weapons on them didn't scare them or even mean anything. One of the guards opened the back door of the car, and Becca stepped out, smiling. "Come on, boys. You can put your weapons down. There's nothing to fight about." She said as she looked at all of them. She then began to take slow steps towards Austin's father. On reaching him, the guards pointed their weapons directly at her, like they would kill her with the next step.

Before they left the market in search of the Hyena's origin, Zinjo armed himself. The polished bone and Ivory shoulder guards highlighted the silk tan face and hair. Interlocking plates made up the chest guard and shin protectors. Zinjo turned to Aurelia who was dressed in her usual black and red silk gown, and hair in a tight elegant bun. “How do I look?” he asked while he gingerly cradled a rolled-up blanket.

I considered the firearms, running my fingers along the sleek, deadly curves. Mark leaned back in his chair, dark eyes appraising me coolly. "The Beretta 92FS is always a reliable choice," he murmured, tapping the sleek black pistol with a calloused finger. "Accurate, lightweight, and packs a punch. I've also got the latest Glocks—polymer frames, high magazine capacity. Perfect for your men."

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of