Point Of Impact Stephen Hunter Books Novels & Stories

Claire whispered, and as everyone watched with bated breaths, Hunter looked down at his chest right where his heart should be— at the bullet hole and blood gushing out like little overflowing rivers from it before he collapsed into an inviting and dreamless darkness. Tbc...

119:30:00 A loud beep rent through the air and the bewitched time blinked several times in the afternoon sky. It was a universal signal to all participants that the second shot had been fired. Izzy jumped in startled panic and swung around to look behind them, convinced the hunters were going to show up any second to claim them. Kate still had a hold on her hand, leading her upriver. Kate squeezed her hand tight and pulled her arm upriver.

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

It's supposed to, but I’m still deeply troubled with sleepless nights. Killing them didn't bring Leah back, I knew it was never going to, however, her killers didn't deserve to live either. “Come in” I knew Hunter was going to find me anytime soon and he just came knocking immediately. “Hey,” “Hey” I dropped the book I had grabbed from the shelf to read to tend to Hunter. Once I grab one of those books, I never take my attention off them easily. “What are you up to?” He grabbed a seat.

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.

The point should have gone to her and everyone knew it. But Draven didn't blow the whistle. Hunter, stunned but not stupid, powered through the hold. He swept his leg around in a desperate attempt to trip her, but she stepped over the limb, unimpressed. She seized his arms again, catching the exact same pressure points as before, but this time she hauled him backward with a brutal jerk. He went down with a groan, stunned and breathless. Draven blew the whistle. "Alright," Hunter growled. "You want full force? You got it."

Gavin pointed out, and Marco shook his head. "I knew the man personally and this is his way. He would send forth people to weaken the strength of his targets. He would do it legally too by setting them up and pinning something on them. Unsuspecting hunters would innocently move in on the innocent people thinking they were getting justice for a crime committed. It would continue until the targets resistance are weak. Then he would strike in the final attack." Marco explained in detail. The only problem with his story is that those people were guilty of those things, and Giles was in the right. Gavin and I had done a lot of research since the Hunter's visit to my home, and everything they told

But the pause didn’t last. He lunged forward, massive paw swinging down. I tried to block, but the weight crushed me hard. My ribs cracked. I blacked out for half a second under the force. Then I felt the cold hard ground beneath me, and the roar of pain tearing out. When I opened my eyes, pain was everywhere: claws in my side. Mouth flooded with coppery blood. Breath coming in ragged gasps. And above me, Hunter stood. His fangs parted, eyes flicking over me as if I were nothing more than a broken pup. Even lying there, even broken, something stirred deep inside me, a pulse, a spark. I locked eyes with him.

“What happened to the other guy? The one that replaced you the last time.” “Oh, Justin...” As the man fell into small talk about Justin, whoever that was, Hunter took the time to look around the room very subtly. There were so many bookcases, so many and they were all packed with books. In the corner of the room was a little white step ladder, used by Robert for reaching books on the highest shelves. There was no safe in sight from Hunter's angle. He wanted to turn around and check behind him, but he knew that would only make him look suspicious and that was the last thing he wanted. He came in here for a mission and Hector King and Angelo were both counting on him. He had to settle Robert's