Knife Hidden In Comb の小説・ストーリー

For one terrifying second… Nothing happened, then, it clicked. The sound echoed far louder than it should have. I slowly pulled open the top drawer instead of folders. There was another steel compartment. It was a hidden safe. "A cabinet inside a cabinet,” John said, as he stared for a few seconds. "No keypad,” I said, as I examined the mechanism. "No fingerprint scanner, just another keyhole. There has to be another key,” I added. Before anyone could respond, Eleanor's voice echoed weakly across the archive. "The ribbon..." she said and I turned immediately.

Hawk leaned back in his chair and held up the knife. He nudged her knees apart with his foot, and she obeyed without thought, without hesitation. Her thighs fell open as Hawk leaned forward with the knife balanced in his hand and pressed the flat of the blade against her inner thigh. The metal was shockingly cold, and she flinched, her breath hissing through her teeth.

The room looked normal like any woman's room, except that there were so many wardrobes with locked drawers. "How do we unlock these drawers?" Arren asked, puzzled. If they wanted to investigate Ava's claim, then ... they had to search for the device carefully. Leon tried to pull one of the drawers within his reach. It was difficult to open. The drawer was indeed locked. "Wait a moment," he said to Ava and Arren who were there. Leon then went to his car, checked the trunk at the back. There, Leon took out a folding knife hidden in one of the hidden pockets. Leon didn't carry it behind his belt like usual because the knife had just been refurbished last night.

Finally, she felt herself wanting to stop before one of them. She examined it, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Caitlin was about to look elsewhere, but Ruth sat there, whining at it, not letting her leave. Caitlin looked again. As she examined the intricate design of the lid, the small figure of a knight carved into it, the folded hands outlined on the stone, the armor, the belt, she realized something. There was a slot in the belt, notched into the stone. Just wide enough, she realized, to hold a dagger.

Beatrice POV I found a package outside my door the next morning. No note, just a small wooden box wrapped in blue cloth. I picked it up carefully and brought it inside. The box opened easily. Inside was a hair comb, carved from dark wood with small crystals embedded in the handle. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for me. A knock made me look up. Kaelen stood in the doorway. "Did you leave this?" I asked, holding up the comb. "Maybe." He stepped inside, moving quietly like always. "Do you like it?"

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

"And Mendoza's standard arsenal, I'm guessing." Rick moved to her side and produced a key from a hidden compartment in the communications cabinet. The lock clicked open, revealing a compact but comprehensive collection of weapons, two handguns with extra magazines, a short-barreled shotgun, and various knives. "Iron blade," Rick noted, lifting a matte-black combat knife from its moulded slot. "Military grade, designed for anti-supernatural operations." Casie took it, testing the weight and balance. The handle fit her grip perfectly, and the blade absorbed rather than reflected the cabin's dim light. "This will help against the constructs."

He drops the hood of his cloak, pushes wet strands of dark hair back from his eyes, silver eyes taking in every nook and cranny of the space. I turn to go inside further, when something tugs on my sleeve. My eyes snap to Zen. He’s looking at my hand instead. Something cold presses to my palm. A metal sheath comes in view, smaller than my hand. A blade that can be easily concealed. I give his hand a squeeze, the sheath a barrier between our palms. Then I let go, and turn around.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

"This dropped from our little friend last night. I was coming back to see if anything else was left behind." Zira examined the switchblade, standing a few feet away as if she was scared to touch it. "I thought it was a comb. Either way, it gives me the creeps." I flicked the comb out before flipping it around and showing the blade. "With a hidden blade here. This insignia might belong to a gang. Most rogues form one when they leave their pack and meet up with others." "A gang member came all the way here for me?" Zira questioned as I put away the switchblade. “Interesting.”