Gunsmith Part 4 Novels & Stories

We kept on hearing heavy gunshots and panting, I wonder what we are going to do. "This is where it all ends right? he is going to take control over me and I will go back to the life I lived before now," I murmur. "Never. He will have to kill us before getting to you. Now, buckle tight," Smokey states. "There's a part that comes through the stream and then, the other part of the state. We should be able to get some help from there," Gunner explains, knowing these woods by heart. I know we owe Sinclair answers, but this isnt the moment to talk about it, not now of course.

As I walked behind my vehicle, I remembered the kid’s gun. Inside the trunk, I pulled two rubber gloves from the box in my supplies and picked up the Glock 45. With the popularity of this model, I doubted we’d learn anything, but we should try. Silas waited for me by the door. When I nodded, he opened the front door. While I could hear Isabella’s and Mia’s voices from the living room, I went directly to Jano’s office. He looked up from the monitors in front of him. “How was the tour?”

Disassembled the rifle came in three units, the receiver with the folding stock, the handguard and the barrel. I put the rifle down on the roll-up wrap and laid down on my stomach with the binoculars. I found the door of the beauty shop where one Jamal Johnson III had his operation. I didn’t normally do favors but Bo had always come through for me, no matter what the request. I took a deep breath and looked through the scope and aimed the gun at the door. I waited for an hour and a half before a group of men walked through the door. I spotted his face easily in the middle of the men as they walked toward the parking lot and stopped suddenly.

Agent Martinez clutched her gun with both of her hands and her thick arms were getting heavy from trying to hold her gun steady in front of her. “You can’t shoot me, because you still need me. Your team needs me.” The gunman chuckled while looking around at the unconscious bodies of Agent James and Agent Drake. There was one man missing, but the gunman had projected all his predatory focus on Agent Martinez that he forgot about young Agent Vernon, who was creeping up behind him. “I have a question for ya. Do you give a good blow job?” The gunman chuckled while moving closer to Agent Martinez and putting his handcuffed hands down on the bulge in his pants.

“Then let the challenge begin!” I take the blindfold and tie it around my eyes while it is still attached to the fishing wire, instantly plunging myself into darkness. I feel for the cloth and pull it back. Though this is a little tricky with my hands covered, it’s not impossible. I feel around and feel bullets and five gun pieces, but I’m unsure what gun it is until I feel the shape of the pieces, specifically the pin and a shit-eating grin comes across my face – that fortunately no one can see. It’s a Ruger Mark III. A gun that can be a massive pain in the ass to fieldstrip and assemble if you’re not familiar with it, but if you are, it can be done in seconds.

I nodded, letting out another puff of smoke, “It's because I don't know the four last numbers” He laughed, “You're still an amateur, aren't you? It's 4589. I know you would consider the fact I don't repeat my passwords and all, but I repeat one time and that is that number. Just like the saying, you can't outdo the doer” "Well," I continued, my voice gaining strength with every word, "I can certainly end the doer though." Keith's smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion. Before he could react, I snatched the gun from its holster on the side of the helicopter, honed reflexes taking over.

he said. "gun please." she said, and Gavin grinned and handed a silver-coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock over to her. "Here you go. I got this custom made for you." He handed her the gun along with silver bullets. Karen collected it squealing with joy. "Do you have golden bullets too?" She asked, and Gavin arched his eyebrow. "Got you covered on that one too." And he handed her golden coloured Smith and Wesson SD9/40 Glock with golden bullets too.

When he woke up this morning, his gut just said: today. He flicks off his flashlight and stuffs it into his pocket. Strange, unreadable symbols all along the doorframe (which hadn’t been there before he read the incantations) are glowing now, so he doesn’t need the flashlight anymore. He takes the gun out from under his belt, pops out the cartridge cylinder to check the special silver slugs he made by melting down old earrings and necklaces he’d bought or bartered for at Old Man Handy’s Pawn & Thrift.

At that very moment, Javier, Herschel, and Lloyd snatched the guns from Thorin’s three subordinates. They were rather domineering when they snatched them since they had forcefully broken their fingers on the triggers. After another three thuds, Thorin’s subordinates were rendered unconscious as they lay on the table lifelessly. Javier opened up the gun’s chamber and took a look. ‘It’s a Type 64 handgun with bullets that don’t even match the gun…The person who made this has done a really bad job of it!’ Javier hurled the gun on the table and looked at Thorin with a smile. “Now then, allow me to interview you…Do you still think you’re the boss?”

Forty-Four muttered grumpily. “No, Delta’s the cannon fodder,” Forty-Nine quipped in a nasty tone. “We’re just the lucky ones that get to follow up with the mops and shovels. Are they actually going to bother to arm us this time?” “Yes, General Case has agreed to open up the armory, but not for all of us. Just those that have passed Marksmanship Three or higher. If I remember right, that’s all of us except…” She gave me a broad smirk. “Forty-Two… you’ll be carrying a butter knife.”