Dc Comics Arsenal Novels & Stories

But if I can slip into his camp, I might be able to stop this war before it begins. I have no intention of letting Braden touch me again, but if I can minimize the damage, if I can keep Leo safe from being hunted after years of being in hiding. Keeping his secret safe and my people, then it’s a risk I’m willing to take. The armory is deep in the castle’s underbelly, a cavernous room lined with towering shelves that gleam under harsh lighting. The metallic scent of gunpowder and steel stings my nose as my eyes dart across the endless selection of weapons. Swords, daggers, axes, and guns, each sharpened and polished to perfection.

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

But it was the lower section of the wardrobe that made her breath hitch. An entire armory was neatly organized inside his personal quarters. Dozens of weapons lay glinting in the dim light of the wardrobe. There were massive broadswords with hilts wrapped in worn leather, heavy war axes designed to cleave through bone, and rows upon rows of lethal, glittering daggers made of blackened steel and silver. Each weapon looked meticulously cared for, the edges honed to a razor-sharp, lethal perfection.

said the subordinate in a firm tone as he raised his right hand and placed it near his right eyebrow as a sign of military respect. "Please open this gate..." asked Captain Arnold as the head of security there. Arnold's subordinate immediately pressed a red button on his desk and immediately the iron gate opened automatically. "Come on in please. Welcome to the arsenal of the Hope organization," said Captain Arnold to the Jaguar team. For the umpteenth time, the Jaguar team was again stunned at the space shown by Captain Arnold. So many weapons neatly displayed in the room. Ranging from sharp weapons to heavyweight firearms are there. "Wow, are we going to take this to the past?" asked Ben,

Although I spent only a few hours with him, I feel a connection between us, and I know MOLART felt it too. I could not focus on what it was, but I knew something connected us, which may be why MOLART was trying to save me. He wanted to know about our connection, too. I returned to the cave, dashed into the room on the right where he talked about, and saw an arsenal. Different weapons of varied sizes hung on walls and lay on the table. I looked around. Most were enormous and heavy; only a few could do good for me. I ran my fingers over a knife MOLART would find little, but it was perfect for me. I grabbed it and a battle axe and dashed out of the room again.

"Three signatures. Kinetic armor. Heavy ordinance. Victor Kalos’s elite cleaners." Aris stared up at the opening. A rope, thick and braided with wire, snaked down from the darkness, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. A boot, reinforced with carbon-fiber plating, followed, landing in the filth with absolute, terrifying silence. "They found us," Aris said, his voice flat, drained of all hope.

Damien armed another charge. "Elevator control hijacked. Stand by on the count." Asher and Cassandra moved towards the center of The Core. It was not a lab. It was a showroom. Pods lined the walls. Inside—bodies suspended in blue gel. Eyes closed. Wires ran through skulls like strings of marionettes. Asher moved towards a console. "These are Argos units. still in development." Cassandra moved towards one pod—and stopped breathing. It was her. An exact copy.

“Do you think the name Nicastro is just for show? Perhaps the rumors are true—that Arthur and Aron are at odds. But don’t forget, the only reason Aron is still alive is because Arthur allows it. That’s not weakness—it’s family politics. And right now, we need to get to Hilda Alegre. If she’s in danger, we take her.” Aron tossed two rifles toward Khan and Nari. Both women nearly dropped them in surprise. They stood in a room lined wall to wall with weapons of every kind. Khan’s eyes widened as he recognized the make. “This… this is a newly developed rifle.” Aron handed them each a manual. “Study it on the way. These guns are just as dangerous to the wielder as they are to the enemy.” He inspe

Archer looked at Jessica, embarrassed that it was so obvious. Archer fidgeted on the spot, growing more and more restless. This guy was smitten, that’s for sure Jessica thought. Despite the dickhead she knew him to be in the past, she could tell that Cara had fallen for him hard. She couldn’t blame her. He stood tall and strong, the years had benefitted him well. He had clearly spent a lot of time working out, his khaki green shirt tucked into his camouflage pants, his boots completed the G.I. Joe look. She admired his muscles as they rippled with every movement, he wasn’t her type but she was allowed to appreciate a good looking guy when she saw one

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A