Gunsmith Part 4 Novels & Stories

A gun was pointed at the first man. “Give up. You’re not going to get out of this one.” The first guy said. The man with the crowbar started to look uneasy. You didn’t bring a crowbar to a gunfight. “Hey, man, she has a gun. I’m out.” The fourth man dropped the crowbar and ran out of the gym, through the same fire exit as the second man. “Now there are two,” I said. I heard movement behind me. The man I shot started to stand. Any injury, they recovered from. Great. They were the perfect opponents.

Earth is outdated I guess, what about AWN". Klaus asked. "No such thing here boss". Abruzzi said. Gwen and Jai Mi picked the Scar Rifle including Abruzzi. "Don't Worry Jai Mi, you won't have to worry about recoil". Nicklaus said as he carried the XM8 rifle. They bounced out and entered into a vehicle before driving off. Nicklaus asked Jai Mi to drive to a warehouse first just across the street. They got down from the vehicle and entered all holding their guns. In the building were about thirty gunmen who were arranging some Crates.

Josh asked. Gage growled again and I tried to keep calm. Digger is the biggest motherfucking coward on the planet. “Handguns with an ivory plate on the grip,” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I got a picture of one from a security camera. He doesn’t get much cash off ‘em so there’s gotta be another reason he’s making them. As best I can tell there was one site for storing parts and another for putting them together,” Josh said, looking deep in thought.

The way he looked at her when he said "Always." She didn't hesitate. She racked the slide, disassembled the pistol with practiced movements she had learned in the last 48 hours. She pulled out the small, silver firing pin. She dropped the useless gun body on the floor. "Take it," she said, slamming the firing pin onto the metal tray next to the Tinker. "Fix him. Now." The Tinker picked up the pin. He examined it. He smiled behind his brass mask. "Good steel," he purred. "A fair trade. Life for power."

The room buzzed with a faint, yellowish glow as a man, face obscured by shadows, stepped forward. He deftly removed a cloth covering a series of wooden boxes, revealing an array of concealed weaponry. Francisco approached the boxes, his eyes narrowing with a calculation. With a precision that hinted at a routine, the man used a grubber to unlock the wooden boxes. Francisco leaned in, his eyes scanning the weaponry with a practiced gaze. Among the arsenal, he spotted the familiar form of an AK47. Without hesitation, he reached for it, checking its mechanisms with a silent nod of approval.

"The second unit’s secure, Seb. You want the lead?" Sebastian stepped into the yellow glare of the high-beams, his boots crunching through the mineral crust. His right arm was still tucked flat against his ribs, the thick canvas of his jacket bulging where his hand remained wrapped around the walnut grip of the .44 Magnum. The wintergreen smell of the horse liniment was stronger now, mixing with the sour reek of the truck's diesel exhaust to create an atmosphere that was thick, suffocating, and entirely devoid of local color.

"Please, don't hurt them. I'll tell you. Just leave my family alone." I waited. "Southside storage building. The combination to the lock is 4216." His words were broken and wet with blood. I took one last drag on the cigarette and threw it down on the floor. "Thank you for being honest." I pulled out my pistol from my waistband and cocked it. The man started yelling at me to stop and reached out with both of his hands. I pulled the trigger. The bullet echoed through the warehouse and he dropped dead. "Damien. Dispose of the body."

But I’m sure the special security setup will still work because it has its own power source… The slightly overweight banker loaded slugs into his collector 1887 Winchester lever shotgun with shaking and sweaty hands. It was a collector’s item that he had acquired at an auction due to his penchant for purchasing Terminator 2-related collectibles. Of course, he knew it should not be used for shooting a possible assassin that’s out to kill him at that very moment, but what can he do? I know this gun costs a fortune but it’s the only one in my study as of the moment. And my life, literally, depends on it right now!

I want to live my life longer. A few minutes later we also got to the back of the house where Chandler took me yesterday to teach about the guns. I scanned the place, just now I saw this outdoor shooting range. "Let's start", Greyson cuts my thought again. I just followed him to a table where handguns were placed including my chosen gun yesterday. "Stewart told me you choose this Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum", he said as he picked up the gun on the table and loaded with magazine. "Use your hearing protection and protective eyewear." He instructed me while wearing his. I started putting all the protection needed and look at the target in front of us. I have trained eyes and I stare at the bull