Gunsmith Part 4 Novels & Stories

It’s quite simple. Miguel must see something in my gaze because he nods back “Here, let me see that” he takes the gun from me, flipping it over his hands, testing the weight, he removes the magazine and checks the bullets. “This is a good weapon,” he remarks. “Thanks, Tommy got it for me” “When I started training, I was taught to take apart my gun and put it back together, get familiar with it, it’s good to know your weapon, but I doubt we have time for that so I’ll point out the important parts”

And no, Seryy did not at all act like a clever man, whose behavior could be regarded as an attempt to push Grisha, as I thought when he agreed outside the gate, but there was something, and he hesitated to answer, listening to the sounds in the house. Gray lit a cigarette and went to the motorcycles, from behind which he pulled out a machine gun. - This - he slammed it on the hood of the car - M4 (carbine, a shortened version of the American M16 - author's note). Cross-country bikes had them (meaning cross-country motorcycles - author's note). The same ones were here in the vault. And the same ones were hidden at the factory. "That's not news," I replied, although I was a little surprised th

Vincenzo ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Vincenzo Capone - Thirteen Year Old. In the basement of one of the Outfit's hideouts, Dad presented me with a polished silver Colt .45. The gun felt heavy, its metal surface cold in my hands. It was both terrifying and exhilarating because this was the first time he had handed me a real gun, I have always practiced with the fake one but there was no turning back from this moment.

Every part of him ached, his vision blurred, but he spotted something—hope glinting in the form of a gun lying just a few feet away. It was his henchman’s gun, which had fallen during the fight. Desmond gritted his teeth, dragging himself across the concrete, toward the weapon. His injured arm throbbed with every movement, but he pushed through, his fingers finally closing around the handle. With a shaky breath, he turned the gun toward Diego, struggling to steady his aim. His finger moved toward the trigger, his target clear—Diego’s back. Then— BANG! A sharp gunshot echoed through the warehouse.

- the other murmured, almost in a tone of respect, as he approached with a small silver case. I rubbed my fingers over the red marks on my wrists, and only then turned towards the man. I faced one of the criminals with a superior air, until lifting my hands to the locks of the silver case extended on his hands. I moved my thumbs subtly to unlock the case that opened, giving me the perfect view of my favorite little toy. A smile flourished on my lips as I stared at the golden gun with .45 caliber that glittered inside that case. -Ah, how I missed you, baby.

He was good with computers, so he was assigned to hacking when they needed information. "Here, take this with you." JD handed her a gun. It was small enough to fit in the leg holster she was wearing. Gigi exhaled before accepting the gun. She checked if it was loaded. The gun was a 5-shot Smith and Wesson Ladysmith. Gigi placed it inside the holster strapped to her leg. Her legs were exposed as she inserted it. Tyron whistled when her legs were revealed to her teammates.

This man was known to many as the local gunsmith, someone who was familiar with every detail of firearms in the county. "Forgive me for this interruption, gentlemen," Dane spoke loudly, capturing the crowd's attention. "But I believe the truth must prevail in this matter." He paused dramatically before continuing. "Last night, a certain individual visited the esteemed Mr. Colt, our trusted gunsmith here in town." Whispers of curiosity spread through the assembled spectators as they watched the gunsmith step forward, his expression a mixture of surprise and apprehension. "Mr. Colt," Dane addressed him directly, "Did you, in fact, provide any tools or materials to a gentleman last night?"

Men gathered all the necessary bars and started casting them,, some melts the metals to create a new one, and some help in hammering the iron bars into shape. “We can help,” Cannai said as they approach them. “Sure thing,” Therens answered while hammering the piece of metal. “Where is Nanami?” Therens asked. “She helped General Malta in the kitchen,” Cannai answered as he look for some hammers. “I have extra hammers over there you can get metals in the toolbox,” Therens said as he pointed towards the huge toolbox. “Therens, I actually know where to find a good source of metals,” Cannai said.

“You wanted to wipe Chantal from existence.” “I did, and I’m sorry. Here’s your Glock—a 19C Gen4. Impressive and versatile. I’m a SIG girl myself, but this is fast and accurate.” She placed the gun slowly on the ground and backed off. “I like the reversible magazine catch—I’m a left-handed shooter.” “Why did you help kill these tangos?” “Because I want to save Chantal.” “Like I’d trust that sudden change of heart.” “You don’t have to trust me. But the longer we stand here and chit-chat, the further away Harris gets.”

This is it… Somewhere, distantly, I heard him say— “When I’m done with you, I’ll go take care of the bastard I actually sired. He and his sister should’ve just died—” A gunshot rang out. Roman went still, and then his body instantly dropped to the ground. My ears rang and my vision struggled to focus. I could see a familiar figure holding a gun. “I’m not a bastard.” Aiden. Relief hit me so hard it almost hurt more than everything else. He was here. He came to find me.