Lock Shock And Barrel Novels & Stories

"By nine o'clock, the shares won't hold five percent of the vote anyway. We’re just choosing who signs the last page." He didn't wait for Elias to let go. He drove his shoulder forward, his weight throwing Elias back against the concrete wall of the tower as he jammed the heavy steel handle of the utility knife straight into the gap between the brass tumbler and the cast-iron housing of the lock box.

Every crunch of gravel under their feet sounded like a gunshot to Panni’s ears, but Jinyan moved with the silent grace of a predator, signaling when to freeze and when to sprint. They reached the corrugated metal shed. It was locked, a heavy padlock securing the sliding door. “Stand back,” Jinyan murmured. “You’re not going to shoot it, are you?” Panni asked, eyes widening. “This isn’t a movie.” “No gun. Physics.” Jinyan grabbed a discarded rebar rod lying in the weeds, wedged it into the hasp of the lock, and applied leverage with a grunt of exertion. The rusted screws holding the hasp gave way with a screech that made Panni wince.

He stepped toward the bars, his eyes locked on mine. ​"Jinx," he growled, his voice a low rumble of thunder. ​"Derrick, the bars!" I warned. "Wolfsbane!" ​He stopped, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent. He looked at the bars, then at the lock, and then back at me. A slow, predatory smirk spread across his face, the kind of look that told me Seraphina was going to have a very, very bad night. ​"Don't worry, Jinx," Derrick said, his muscles tensing. "I came prepared." He said turning to the dead guard and in one smooth movement he snapped off one of the guards arm and began using his bone to hit the padlock.

He shifted his body so that the darts would not penetrate his fur and paralyze him for the taking. The wolves were howling. Their snarls can be heard through the darkened wolves as the grey eyes glitter against the dark shadows. The poachers were holding their handguns in place as their leader was directing them to distract the coming wolves as they tried to get the black wolf out of the trap.

The metal groaned as it contracted rapidly. CRACK. The internal tumblers, brittle from the sudden drop to sub-zero, shattered. "Kick it!" Jack screamed. Ben Carter, whose pants were literally starting to smolder at the hem, didn't need to be told twice. He unleashed a scream that was 10% courage and 90% "my butt is on fire." "OPEN SESA-MEEEEE!" Ben threw his entire body weight against the door. CLANG-CRUNCH. The frozen lock disintegrated. The heavy door swung inward.

The exterior has a design of a crow, shimmering under the light. “There it is…” Inhaling a deep breath, I approach the safe. There's a golden lock fastened on the handle. Again, I take out the sharp pin from my hair and try to unlock it. Strangely, the lock wouldn't make any twisting sound. “What's going on?” “The lock is made with a special mechanism. It wouldn't open with a simple pin.” A familiar, deep voice echoes through the wall. I slowly gulp, clenching the pin in my grip.

**AIRLOCK** The small chamber was stark white, illuminated by emergency strips. Two guards stood facing the inner door, their backs turned. The roar of the fire and the sudden opening of the outer door masked Leo and Harlan’s entrance for a critical second. Harlan moved left. A brutal knife-hand strike crumpled the first guard’s throat before he could turn. Leo went right. The second guard started to pivot, his mouth opening in surprise. Leo didn’t hesitate. *Breathe. Aim. Squeeze.* The Glock bucked twice. *Thud. Thud.* The guard slammed against the inner door, then slid down, leaving twin crimson streaks on the white paint.

Elky’s hand on my back was light, but it might as well have been an arrest warrant. At the end of the hall, there was a steel door the color of old gun barrels. It had a keypad, a deadbolt, and the kind of mechanical stubbornness that suggests it could survive the next ice age if the rats didn’t learn to type in the code. Elky punched it in without looking at the numbers. The lock snapped back like a dog that had just realized it was leashed to the wrong man.

She just remembered nodding like a fool. It was only now that she come to realize how heavy that promise meant. It was like she was asking for an abrupt reconstruction of her life to let the man be a part of it and it was too late to take it back. She already left! Ashley stared at the dimly lit room and took a deep breath. She was determined to conquer her fear, no matter what the consequences might be. Anton stared at her before he speaks. "Listen, everyone, I can't drink tonight that's why I brought someone to take the shots for me."

There was an OKC (Ontario Knife Company) marine combat knife, a Usmc marine tactical combat knife, a black Smith and Wesson's firearm and about a dozen bullets. "You don't know? Wasn't the entire point of this to keep him safe? How could you not know now and since when are you familiar with weapons?" Jasmine hit hand her palms on the table, with a loud and angry bang sound, "Don't you think I know that? I don't know anything about Mars and that would be the end of it. I already said I don't trust you so for now, mind your own fucking business." She picked and placed all her weapons in their respective places around her waist and into her boots. She stopped in her tracks,