Bob From Top Gun Maverick Novels & Stories

I have the confidence that I can handle any situation that pops out. "Mr. Devon, you still dared to show up in Miami. You don't know how bad Maverick wants you dead." He laughed. "Maverick? He is nobody," I said calmly and didn't betray expression. Maverick was a weapon dealer at that time, and I managed to obtain lots of high-quality weapons. I came to Miami, and instead of looking for arm dealers, I developed my own arm dealers band.

"Maeve?!" "Fucking shit! That hurt!" Bob swears to the right of me, and I watch him stand up, entirely unscathed as if the bomb never happened. Some bruises are covering his skin, but nothing too serious. He stares down at me. "Shit, are you okay?! I knew Marcus was a sick bastard, but I didn't expect him to commit suicide. Fucking suicide-bomber hybrid." I meet his eyes, feeling disheartened that it Bob I found instead of Maeve. "I'm fine, but Maeve..."

“He didn’t tell you about me, did he?” “Um. Who?” “Come on, Maverick.” He was really Lake’s friend. He even knew my name. “You’re his friend. Gabe Linden. The big boss of Osmium.” “Bingo. Nice meeting you, pretty lady.” “Likewise.” I shook his big hand. “Homer and Owen work for you.” I poured a shot of whisky and offered it to him. “He talked about you and Striker.” “Hmm.” He took a sip, his eyes still pinning at me. “You know, you look familiar.”

“Just tell me you didn’t take any chances?” Monster had always been a bad liar. He couldn’t even play poker as all the brothers knew he couldn’t bluff his way out of a paper bag, so he looked away from her. Maverick laughed. “Nah… he just squatted down in the middle of the road as an SUV headed at him and used his rocket launcher.” Monster looked over at Maverick as his mouth dropped open. “You fucking traitor!” Roslyn stared at the big man while looking truly upset.

Arnold will stay to help you from now on. RIVER: Sir, it's... BOB: You know, you can call me dad right? RIVER: (laughs awkwardly) Um...I'm still new to it BOB: No problem son, I'll wait till the day you can RIVER: (nods) I wanted to say it's a dangerous mission ARNOLD: Common sir, I'm no ordinary guy RIVER: Sir? ARNOLD: Yeah, you're the President's son RIVER: (chuckles) River is much preferable

The team was hand-selected by Colonel Benton-Jones, and Archer was there to lead the Tactical Team into missions that were kept out of the public eye. “You alright man?” Johnson asked Archer, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “Huh? Yeah. Sorry.” He shook his head. Johnson sat back on the chair, he was tall in stature, his black hair was shaved short on the sides but long on top. Johnson was one of the drone operatives, someone Archer trusted with his life. Observant down to the millimetre, he valued him as a mate as well as part of his team. His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look.

She growled, fisting her palms angrily! A glimmer with delight sparked in Maverick's eyes, and he commented, " Now, I understand it's about your arm. You are bitter because of your arm, isn't it?" He arched his brows, which highlighted more of his unique features. " Don't ask me how. I know I am extremely intelligent, and I easily charm ladies." *Gbam!*

the audience said fearfully. “Alright, if you want me to keep this same voice, we need the checks now!” Maverick said, and nobody stood up. After about 30 seconds later, Roman said, “Boss, you can see that these people are obstinate. We can’t handle them with a levity hand. Let me use one person as a scape goat,” Roman said, and shot a woman who had been breathing profusely. The woman screamed and died.

*SKILLS: JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES; EXPERT ON IMPROVISED BOMBS *ACCOMPLICE: ANYONE *ULTIMATE OBJECTIVE: ARREST WITH EVIDENCE I read as Hawkeye checked his laptop. We are now inside a van doing last minute discussions on what to do. While he, Black Dragon was just sitting inside his car, a few feet away from us. He’s checking his car’s built-in computer as Hawkeye sent the information to him. I smirked. Expert on improvised bombs. Who’s another expert on that? It’s none other than me. The Topgun will take the “Big Boss” down. I chuckled. Hawkeye looked at me. “Something wrong hyung? I mean, Topgun?” he asked.

He would try his best to stay out of trouble, but they both knew the ladies loved him, just like he loved them. ----- Three days later, Bobby walked off the plane and looked around for his welcoming party. From what he was told, Buzz should be here any minute. Bobby stopped looking around as someone who looked like an older Troy walked up to him, a small smile on his face. “You are going to bring in the tips.” Buzz laughed as he held out his hand. “I’m Buzz.” “Bobby. You look just like Troy.” “Get it all the time.”