Jjk Weapons Novels & Stories

We must wear our stars which are small and looks like crochet. Once we reached the desk, Jeff who is in charge of this base greeted us and asked, "What you like to have a team?" Teams were called by their captain's name. Our big-mouth Becky started her list, once everyone got their weapons. I walked myself to the weapons room and picked up the set of Tanto knives and put them in the holders around my hip and one on my right thigh. Then I picked my favorite CZ 75 pistol pair and put it on my hip holster. Then Sig P2 38 on my left thigh holster. Get my Thranduil sword which I customized the handle myself on my back, picked extra bullets, and finally got MP5K and walked out. Once we were all se

MERRICK Jory and I head back home bright and early. Both of us are tired and worn out from the shit storm that took place here at the storage units that we keep the company’s weapons in. Yes, I said weapons. KMJ Security isn’t just your average security company. We handle anything from the basic escorts, all the way up to protecting the rich and famous, including royalty from other countries. We need hardware capable enough to protect anyone and anything. Our business is legit, though some of the weapons we use may not be, but that is a chance we take in order to take on the larger clientele.

“Who told you anything about using my hands?” Right on cue, Herschel returned from outside with a Heckler & Koch MP7. Javier took the rather modest-sized gun from his hand and began to check its magazine. “Ah, Heckler & Koch MP7. A personal defense weapon with low recoil and high accuracy. A very effective gun in all respects, and very mobile as well. Plenty of countries outfit their military with it, including the Naval Special Warfare Development Group of Sammius,” he explained. “Sammius doesn’t do subpar weaponry, senior. So what does that say about this lil’ gun in my hand?

They seemed to be having fun with today's practice. "Okay now, I will first introduce what long-barreled weapons we have in this warehouse," said Captain Arnold. He along with his assistant introduced one by one the weapons that were there starting from the M16, AK 47 to M1 Garand. All members of the Jaguar team were amazed by the weapons shown by Captain Arnold. “Now I will show you a demo. You pay close attention to how to use this weapon," said Captain Arnold while taking an M16 weapon.

he scoffed before walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What have I done? Jacks gonna die because of something I did. Because of the fact that I chose the be stubborn he's gonna pay the price. Jack's P.O.V We arrive at the warehouse and I park 2 blocks down. Just so that they won't know that we were here. I start grabbing all the gear I need in order to save my babygirl. I grab my pistols, MP 5k, G11 and pocket knifes. I look over at Nate and see him holding an AK 47 and I nearly choke.

These were firearms we were dealing with -- a danger to me and the people around me. I was in my biking outfit today. More looks. The decision was that I'd go for my Glock-22, a .38 Ruger LCR back-up, a South Korean-made shotgun that looked like an M-16 and a very unhealthy looking device called a Heckler & Koch UMP 40 (which I had never even heard of). Wait...it got worse. I was scheduled for knife fighting training at 3 p.m. -- every day for the foreseeable future.

They saw hacking devices, highly optimized rifles, pistols, combat armor, and many more goodies. “Oh my God man, I think this is heaven,” Kalen blurted out excitedly, as he bumped his dumbstruck friend on the head.

Disappointed, he glares at her as Alexander presses a gun to her head and asks Dolf for the detonator. The gun that Alexander holds against Jenny's temple is no ordinary weapon. It's the long slide G24.40 S&W Glock that he obtained through his French 'pastime' with Sophie. She had gifted it to him during his business trip with the Les Beaux Voyous, using their drug smuggling routes to sneak it into the States. Since he was the point man, it was a relatively easy task. This Glock was his preferred firearm, known for its reliability and minimal chances of jamming. The intricate designs of both Glock and Smith & Wesson made it adaptable to various shooting techniques and conditions.

Whatever the job calls for. To the right were all my favorite weapons. All of them were clean, organized and dusted which I actually care about. Knives were all balanced and personalized. I’ve got daggers tucked into false books and one coated in clear poison that kills in under three minutes. There were guns too like compact pistols, modified Glocks, even a matte-black sniper rifle broken down in a case under the floor tiles. Full magazines stacked in metal drawers. All untraceable. All mine. You wouldn’t believe how easy it is to go unnoticed when you wear a smile and carry juice boxes in your purse.

As Jaxter continued to listen intently, Roberto caught wind of what Jaxter had been hearing all along. Before long, the door burst open with a forceful kick. Without hesitation, Jaxter swiftly dove under the long meeting table for cover. His eyes caught a glimpse of a man wielding an AR-15 rifle equipped with a suppressor, spraying the room with bullets that wreaked havoc, nearly demolishing everything in sight. Several of Jaxter's subordinates were hit.