Lock Shock And Barrel Novels & Stories

"He only took off one lock. Maybe you should ask what's going on? To be honest, I've been driving ambulances for over ten years, and this is the first time I've seen anything like this." My gaze had just landed on Jake when he grinned at me. "I forgot to mention earlier, Mitch. It's 200 dollars per clamp. There are four clamps here, so you didn't pay enough." My anger instantly flared up. I jumped out of the ambulance and stormed over to him. "Have you lost your mind? 200 dollars per lock? Why don't you just go rob people instead? If something happens to Mom, I won't let you off the hook! Hurry up and unlock them now!"

he asks the cutter. "It'll take as long as it takes." A thin glowing line traces an outline of the lock, leaving strings of light dancing across the vision of anyone glancing that way. "There she goes," Flicking off the gas, he puts down his torch. He swings a lump hammer up against a rough circle of plate with a clang. Another blow, and the bars loosen and slide from their sockets, falling with an echoing clatter to the floor. Light shines through the hole, dim and dour, but light nonetheless. Murmurs and muttered voices carry through.

were in sync and worked as a team like they have been doing it for years. Every bullet they fired were kill shots. Lynn had throwing stars that she rotated between that and her gun they all had cross bows on their backs with the bows strapped to their wolf. Although Shadow didn’t need help he was ripping necks out on the first attack which he was able to do since he didn’t have to worry about getting attacked from behind because Shawna was handing out head shots from all around her she was so confident that she didn’t even bother to check to make sure her target was down. We made it to the east side of the house where an emergency door was located it was locked. “S*** it’s locked, and mo

I freeze. The clerk unlocks the glass and pulls out a small, polished piece of medical-grade steel. It has a thick base ring and a small, restrictive cage attached to the front by a hinge. It has a tiny padlock resting next to it. It looks like a medieval torture device. "Kir, no," I say immediately, even though my cock is now pushing hard against my zipper and my breaths are coming faster than they should. The shop assistant ignores me completely, which is incredibly rude.

I barely caught it, and crouched down next to him. "What are you doing?" I questioned, as Jambo held up the shackle, and a key. "Light that and bring it close to the lock so I can see." He said, and I followed his instructions. I glanced at the key and saw the letters 'J.A.' on it, so he must have grabbed his own key. I questioned why in my head, when he pushed the key into the lock, and turned it. What I didn't expect to happen was that the shackle unlocked!

The lock was flimsy, more for show than security, and it gave way with a simple click. Her breath caught. Good lord. Neatly arranged on a bed of black velvet lay a collection of items she had never, not in a million years, associated with Barbara and Mark. Silken ropes, a black leather blindfold, several vibrators of varying size and apparent intensity, a gleaming silver butt plug, a soft-looking feather tickler, and other, more intimidating implements she couldn’t name. Her face flushed with a heat that was part shock, part voyeuristic thrill. Her prim, perfectly-coiffed mother-in-law… and Mark, the stoic, retired accountant… into this?

It could not have just been to tease him. "This lock," said Arthur from his wheelchair, his voice steady, "is the Barrowbay Thousand Mechanism Burst, a relic of a lock that's almost extinct. If you try to force it open, the trap triggers, and poof—everything inside turns to ash." Alexander eyed the group who had stumbled upon the chest. "Got a key?" "Nope." Their faces fell at Arthur's revelation, realizing they might have unearthed a dud instead of treasure. The last thing they wanted was to lose the cash they were after.

Upon arriving, they quickly discovered another problem. The entrance was sealed shut. Several thick iron chains wrapped around the doors tightly. A massive padlock hung from the center. Darren immediately frowned. "Well, that's annoying." He grabbed one of the chains and tugged on it. The metal barely moved. "This thing isn't opening anytime soon." "Don't worry." Desmond stepped forward confidently. "I can handle it." A grin appeared on his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small metallic lock-picking tool.

The turrets continued to fire blindly into the dark until the truck vanished beyond their maximum effective range, leaving the airbase to scream its empty warnings to the moon. In the back of the bouncing, speeding transport, Baraka dropped the kinetic shield, collapsing onto a crate of anti-tank missiles, his chest heaving violently. Jabari sat across from him, resting his head against the canvas wall, a wild, adrenaline-fueled grin splitting his face. "We did it. We actually robbed a Class-A vault." Baraka looked down at his right arm. The pale scars were throbbing, but the bone had held. He looked at the crates of heavy explosives surrounding them—the fangs the Free North so desperately n