Knife Hidden In Comb 소설 & 이야기

He stared at the fine Obsidian stone carved into a perfect knife with two smooth and sharp edges held by a red leather wrapped handle. He took the blade with him into the showers to wash off blood and get himself clean. walking out clad in a black sweat shirt and tracksuit pants, he closed the blade into a black wooden box which only he knew the combination to open its locks. He placed the box in his duffel bag zipping it securely.

he instructed quietly. I followed without speaking. The room waiting beyond looked abandoned, old crates stacked near the corners beneath thick layers of dust. But I felt the energy immediately. It felt dark and ancient, sharp enough to make my chest tighten. “There,” Knox said. I moved toward the far wall slowly before crouching beside loose stone near the floor. My fingers brushed across the cracks until I found the hidden latch beneath one of them. The compartment opened quietly and inside rested a black dagger wrapped carefully in dark cloth.The moment my fingers touched it, cold energy shot violently up my arm.

She cast a quick glance up at the mansion windows to confirm that everyone else is asleep. Then, she crouched, quickly but with trained ease, her coat flaring slightly as she ran her hand along the trunk's edge. Most people would have missed it—but not her. Twist the right latch. Tap the seam twice. Then press. Click. The hidden compartment released with a hiss of air. Grace peeled it open, revealing an array of weapons neatly strapped into the custom rig. A silver handgun. Throwing knives in matched pairs. Two silencers. A compact combat blade tucked against the lining. Everything polished. Lethal. Ready.

They felt like their bodies refused to comply with their brains. “Are you sure about that?” Shadow’s right hand sneakily delved inside her back pocket. Hermes and Hercules stayed silent, and couldn't say anything. Their minds were mostly blank. Pitch black. Literally nothing. They had no thoughts which were weird. Gradually, Shadow revealed what she was hiding behind her. It was a SURVIVOR HK-786BK Black Survival Knife. Hermes and Hercules’s eyes bulged and their mouths were literally foaming. They were also unsurprisingly peed inside their pants due to the fear.

I placed the gun and knife in my top draw and placed a bra over them to hide them. “Silly girl” he chuckled behind me. He twisted the knop on the draws and a hidden panel slipped away in the side of the draw. The secret compartment was the perfect size to hold the knife and the gun. “How was I supposed to know that was there” I grumbled as I placed the weapons inside. Jack turned the knob back the other way and the panel slid back into place. “If you had not ran off, I would have told you” “I don’t want you getting too touchy and making us late” I told him as I tried to move away from him.

Its surface was fogged with age, the haze broken by the outline of a handprint pressed long ago. Inside the case lay a row of small objects. A comb with several teeth missing. A ribbon tied in a neat bow, its color faded to gray. A silver locket on a chain so thin it looked ready to break. A folded paper with no name written on it. Bliss lifted the lid, but it opened only an inch before catching on a hidden lock. She did not force it. She let her fingers linger on the edge and looked down at the objects.

"How about we set a trap for this... hoodie figure?" "I was thinking the same thing," Harlan replied. "That is the only way we can be sure if the guard was mistaken or not. We also have to work with what we can get at this point." "That's right," Kael whispered, his mind already calculating the coordinates of the snare. He walked toward a heavy, mahogany cabinet built into the wall and pressed a hidden release. A small drawer slid open with a soft click. From inside, he retrieved a device no larger than a coin—a sleek, matte-black sensor.

Kiro stood with their hands together not letting go, and closed the door back after taking something from Klein, leaving them two alone again. A small piece of grain like device, was pinched, unto Aru's palm, dug onto his flesh hiding perfectly without any trace of blood, it wasn't even painful when it pierces through his skin, but rather tickles.

Nadia appeared in the doorway, "Can you help me get my bags into the car?" "Yeah, okay," he yelled back to her and then turned to Jade, "You sit tight." The keys jingled as he locked the door, and when they were both gone, Jade leaned forward, glancing into the box. She'd slowly been studying the contents of the box for weeks now and knew exactly what she was searching for. They were sticking out from under a roll of cotton bandage. A pair of thin, tiny, silver scissors. They looked like the type you use to trim a beard or mustache with. They barely fit into the palm of her hand.

She weighed them in her hands. Different kinds of combat knives. Some throwing knives, dagger, karambit, and Fairbairn sykes. She checked their sharpness and swung her hands with them one by one as if checking which one was comfortable for her to use and carry around. She also checked if there were any way to carry the weapon around with ease. She found belts, holders, and concealed sheaths and nodded her head when she seemed to have her choices of which ones she would pick.