Black Hawk Down Gary Gordon Novels & Stories

He jumps to the van and they leave the they leave the compound at around 9pm at night. They drive through the city, Gary seated in the front seat with the driver, he knows how to scan the area and just with his eyes and keenly listening, he had improved hearing from the others and this was an advantage to him, he could hear the slightest sound in a very noisy area and this was the only was he was going to track it down, they keep on driving for hours and come to a point and orders the driver to stop and he immediately applies the emergency breaks, the two vehicles stop in the middle of the highway causing a traffic, the other vehicles honking out but Gary didn’t care at all, he jumps out of

“Lay down enough cover for me, alright?” “You got it, brother.” With that, Grayson steps out onto the skiff and then leaps out letting himself slowly descend under the control of Jordy. Mason and two others lay down heavy fire on the SUVs causing one to crash, while the others divert from the path. As the Blackhawk swings around, Jordy lowers Grayson down far enough to reach Aaron. Extending his hand, Grayson reached out for Aaron’s. Snatching him up, he swung him around so that Aaron could latch onto his back while Jordy began reeling them back in.

I called at the black dude and cocked my head towards the alleyway. "Gotta make a run for it,” I said and he nodded. There's a building down the alley and we have to make a run for it. Hopefully, it’d keep us safe till morning or till the horde disperse 'cause it's getting late already. "Gary!" The black guy called a man armed with a Glock-17 pistol. He seems to be in his mid fifties though. He shot me a glance and followed the black dude's pointing hand down the alley.

I couldn’t be any luckier, even if it’s just for now, I have him and he has me. “Let us proceed,” Sirena announces as Wyatt steps back, “I’m right here babe,” he says, smiling at me, feeling my nervousness through our mate bond. “I call upon the Moon Goddess, mother of all wolves, Goddess of the moon, we call upon you to bestow your blessed gift to your great-granddaughter Remi Esmersay Dawson,” Sirena yells out, to my surprise, there was an answer. Fog creeps over, a woman, a goddess appears, my many greats, Grandmother Diane, a wolf beside her, beautiful and white like my wolf, the same purple eyes as me.

Ashton's scream has me turning just in time to see Gary land on top of me with the knife against my neck. The sound of a gun going off has me freeze, and I feel him drop the knife, a scream escapes his lips. Then another shot and he falls onto me. His body is pulled away from me and I look up to see Hawk. "You good?" I go to nod and he laughs. "No you're not, stay down before you fall." I do as he says. Purely because my head really does fucking hurt. I pass out, remembering Grayson rushing to me once he was untied.

He raised his Glock, aiming straight for the center of the tactical line. Pop-pop. Two rounds. Center mass. The impact slapped Marco back against a container, his spine hitting the steel with a dull thud. He slid down into the oily water, eyes wide and fixed on the gray sky. He didn't say a word. He just stopped. Gary dropped his gun, screaming into the rain. "I surrender! Don’t shoot! I’m done!" "MOVE IN!" Moss barked. Boots thundered. Gary was slammed face-first into the concrete, a knee grinding into his neck. The red and blue lights turned the pooling blood into a sickening, neon purple.

"He is just a kid. Barely ten years old—" "Although he is barely ten, he sure can kill!" Gary took Christopher's phone out and pressed the power button. The death timer was no longer there. What was on the screen was, [Game Over.] "Game over!" thought Elliot. The game was over for Hayden, but for Gary, the game had only just begun! "I'm old, but I'm not that old as to be deemed useless!" Gary said wearily. Although he was not a man of intense emotion, he was extremely domineering. "You came here with Ruby. Aren't you afraid that I'll capture your son?"

Gary growled, breathing hard as he fumed around the room, gun in hand. He had only one ally left. Dawson had been at the restaurant too but had to leave because of an upset stomach. He only agreed to go after vomiting on a waitress. Dawson would know what to do. Dawson would come up with a way to fix things in a manner that would appease even Lucius. Gary stopped suddenly, his ears perking up. He had heard something…the sounds of swift movement outside his front door. There was someone out there. He stalked towards the door, gun raised to shoot. Sure enough, the whole apartment seemed to vibrate as said someone knocked on the door.

the instant his eyes met Jeff Gray’s alarming gaze, he was afraid of the purpose of shrinking his neck and had the urge to bury his head like an ostrich. The white fatty glared at Chris Gordon and internally suspect him of lacking in loyalty. To assume that he wouldn’t hesitate to tug innocent individuals down with him! fortuitously Jeff Gray had apparently come back to his senses and solely kicked Chris Gordon before turning to go back to his seat. Chris Gordon hugged his leg and defeated his dry lips: “I thought I used to be planning to ascend to heaven simply then.” very little fatty felt no sympathy for him and just watched him holding his leg and jumping around, “I assume you mean going

Each dart struck right between their brows and killed them instantly. On the towering platform stood Gary Harmon, the General of the West. His pupils constricted in terror, and his gaze locked onto the shadowy figure below. A battle-hardened warrior himself, Gary had an uncanny sensitivity to bloodlust. He was certain that the shadow’s ability to kill had far surpassed anyone in the Western Forces, even himself. Gary felt chills run down his spine. Such a terrifyingly skilled individual was serving Dustin! The realization was unsettling. “The Asura General…” Gary muttered under his breath. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.