Concealable Level 4 Body Armor Novels & Stories

Alexei Volkov stood in the exact center of the open space, leaning heavily on custom black forearm crutches. The right leg of his tailored trousers was pinned neatly above the knee; the left ended in a gleaming carbon-fiber prosthetic that clicked faintly every time he shifted weight. His lips curled in a rictus of anger as he reached the center of the warehouse. Two containers stood open in front of him. Inside the first: ceramic-composite body armor plates still in their factory wrapping. Inside the second: the micro-drone guidance modules, matte black, sleek, each one worth more than most men made in a decade. The rest of the haul, conflict diamonds reset into antique settings, waited in

His heart pounded painfully beneath his palm as he saw the embarrassing discovery, which was also seen by several servants and Adrian, Luna's fiancé. "What has she done?" Adrian growled, feigning anger at the sight of Luna lying on a bed with Matteo, neither of them covered by a single piece of cloth. Alex could only take a deep breath to swallow all his disappointment at Luna's actions, which had tarnished his reputation. The middle-aged man could no longer say anything to deny it; the evidence was clear before his eyes: his beloved daughter had done something indecent with the bodyguard he had trusted for the past two years.

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak. ​Vivian adjusted the collar of her sleek, charcoal-gray logistics uniform. It was a flawless replica of a high-tier Kane Group executive outfit, complete with the gold-threaded lapel pins that signified uninhibited trade clearance. At her hip sat her compact, suppressed sidearm, hidden beneath the folds of the tailored fabric.

Even though the feeling was strange, she couldn't help but submit to it. “Alpha Kaylon!” The four men grasped as they were staring at the huge man who stood six-feet-ten-inches tall and was wearing full combat armor. They know that the armor was personally made and was able to resist silver weapons. The man's expensive cloaks were dancing in the cold air that added superiority to his presence.

” He thought. His eyes cut through the dark. Shadows alive, breathing. Something moved—her, or a ghost? He inhaled, nostrils flaring. Ready. Hungry. “Night-fliers are silent. Spooked.” His whisper vanished into the trees. “She’s close.”In his past nights of exploring, he's come across a few wild animals and unsavory humans out here. So he responds to his instinct for protection. Malleable flesh turned as rock hard as a Hiser's hide, protecting all vulnerable organs from harm in case it's not her. Plasma shots or projectile bursts could penetrate armor, but blunt trauma and even puncture wounds could be deflected. Just in case there was a wild animal, he was well protected.

"The principal must never know how often you save his life." Their work succeeded only when it went unnoticed. David glanced at the terrain. "Shield One." Immediately, two officers carrying ordinary-looking expedition packs moved several metres apart. Each quietly released a concealed locking mechanism. The packs unfolded into rigid ballistic panels lined with lightweight composite armour. From a distance, they resembled camping equipment propped against fallen timber. Only someone standing directly beside them would realise they formed an overlapping protective cover. A third officer shifted half a step to close the final gap. The result was subtle.

I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the concealed compartments of my pants and shirt. I checked my guns to make sure all the silencers were seated properly and tucked them into the small of my back, my boot and cargo pocket. Donning my black mask, I stood at the entrance of the dense maze and waiting for the last signal. The sky lit up for a split second as the flare gun sent up a beacon and I heard the gates clamp down. I began running. I cleared the first 50 meters, taking a rough corner that snagged my shirt just a bit when I saw a flash of something move.

Lindor and the other five quasi-level nine fighters were deeply engrossed in their testing and had not noticed Lenny's arrival. Though Harley sensed someone watching from nearby, the dim lighting prevented her from spotting Lenny. "This second-generation armor is much more user-friendly than the first. Not only is it more comfortable to wear but it's also capable of reconnaissance through energy reflection," Lindor said in admiration. He immediately proceeded to test the armor’s reconnaissance methods. Harley said, "If you need a broader reconnaissance range, you can use energy reflection, but it consumes the wearer's energy and can't be sustained for long."