Jschlatt Guns Novels & Stories

It wasn't our first visit, but no one else needed to know about preliminaries. "Ohw my gawd, did you see Shantel's dress? Urk, I was this close to sucking my eyes out with a toilet plunger." A girl's nasally voice floated to me and I ducked sharply under the staircase, the weight of the switch blade alien in my palm. It was usually a gun, always a gun. The silver bottomed 22' caliber might be small, but the damage it did to the insides, bouncing around the organs and tearing through tendons, exquisite.

exclaimed daddy Alfonso,. Everyone inside the church gasped as they heard the truth, along with the news brought by Everly. Declan had just realized he was on his way out of the church and dashed for his car. "Wait a minute, Bud! Don't rush into a decision unarmed." Marcus and Cladmus were standing next to Lucifer and Tanner, holding the Bulgarian side folder and magpul zhukov AK type gun. It was only then that Declan was able to catch up with Lucifer, who was holding the Kalishnakov AK 47 Assault riffle.

I considered the firearms, running my fingers along the sleek, deadly curves. Mark leaned back in his chair, dark eyes appraising me coolly. "The Beretta 92FS is always a reliable choice," he murmured, tapping the sleek black pistol with a calloused finger. "Accurate, lightweight, and packs a punch. I've also got the latest Glocks—polymer frames, high magazine capacity. Perfect for your men."

I stormed inside the cabin and grabbed her Glock 43 from her purse. “Hey!” Rain tried to seize the gun from me. “Not my baby!” She makes her bullets, and through years of experimenting with weapons, she perfected the number of groves needed to maximize the range and speed of her guns. I chuckled sarcastically. “You should’ve thought of that earlier!” I ignored her big pleading blue eyes, which saved her through a lot of fuck-ups in the past. I know better than to believe her act. Sloan had Klaus under him, his legs on either side of Klaus’ torso, returning the favor of busting his brows and lips. Ghost and Blade were standing at a safe distance from their bosses, arms crossed in their middle

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.

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"Alright, your mistake is forgiven this time. Quickly choose your weapons." Edward and Richard immediately headed to the weapon storage room, selecting which firearms they would use for this practice. They all had enjoyed shooting as a sport since their university days, especially Kenzi and Kaivan. Both of them were most skilled in using various types of firearms, from short-barreled to long-barreled ones. For this practice session, Kenzi, Edward, and Richard all chose the same Glock Meyer 22 pistol, made in Austria. Meanwhile, Kaivan chose the long-barreled H&K MP5, produced in Germany.

Their fangs were bared, and Cadence couldn’t imagine that any of these creatures had ever lived peacefully in a building on the same campus she still called home. Behind her, she heard Elliott open fire, but from the amount of curse words he was uttering, it didn’t seem like bullets were working too well. They hadn’t been able to get their hands on any of the titanium variety, and these regular silver infused ones had not been useful since Holland had come back. With that in mind, she holstered her gun and pulled one of the grenades out of her pocket.

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

Now with the light, we can see where we are. "Where are we," I ask, turning to Chuck as he walks past me. Looking around, I see whole shelves lined up against the walls. On the shelves are an assortment of guns. I see many different kinds of handguns; basic pistols, some heavy-looking revolvers, and even a few peashooters. Beside the handgun are a bunch of blunt weapons such as wooden planks and broken pipes. After the blunt weapons are the big guns. I actually see a few shotguns lined up.