Remnant 2 Double Barrel Novels & Stories

His piercing gaze was unnervingly steady—terrifyingly so. Three consecutive gunshots were fired, and three subordinates collapsed instantly. "He's over there! Fire in that direction!" Remy's aim was deadly accurate, but he had only a pistol. His enemies carried machine guns capable of unleashing relentless bursts of fire. Though the hail of bullets forced him to stay low, he seized a one-second opening to retaliate, successfully shooting three more men. Yet there were over a hundred subordinates at the base, and the storage was stocked with firearms and explosives of every kind. Even a lone lion, no matter how fierce, could not survive a pack of hyenas determined to tear him apart.

“It’s killing without leaving any trace that you were ever there.” The second object was a precision rifle, but unlike anything that had ever existed. Its body was angular, almost geometric, painted in a shade of gray that seemed to shift color depending on the light — a precursor to active camouflage integrated into the weapon’s own structure. The barrel was longer than normal, and at the end, a honeycomb-shaped heat dissipator.

"The Alpha King's personal armory undergoes a full chemical purge every three moons, Commander Whitmore. Since these vaults remain sealed between campaigns, the dust tends to compromise the firing pins." My wolf had been hunting for that machine in his dreams ever since the Blackwell alliance fell apart. Now that I was within breathing distance of the handlebars, my fingers refused to release the grip until Driscoll increased the pressure on my sleeve. Just then, a junior scout hurried past our flank, carrying a large, preserved winter hare toward the storage racks. The specimen was close enough that I could see the thick white fur, the sharp claws, and the deep crimson glass eyes staring st

She caught a spear-thrust on the flat of her blade, redirected the energy into a circular parry, and used the enemy's own momentum to drive his weapon into the chest of his comrade. "Dylan! The eastern barricade is buckling!" she screamed, glancing toward the center. "I see it!" Dylan yelled back. "Axel! Clear the ridge!" High above the plaza, perched on the jagged remains of a clock tower that had lost its face decades ago, Axel sat in total stillness. He was surrounded by boxes of specialized ammunition—heavy, armor-piercing bolts designed for his oversized mechanical crossbow.

If I hesitated that would be my face under those boots. "LUS give me power on the gun system " I commanded, my voice dropping into a dark tone. "Burn through everything, every bullet." ["System alert: Maximum power authorized. Dual barrels operating at eight hundred rounds per minute. Structural integrity of the mounting platform is stable. Engage targets immediately Host."] The black metal cylinder above the gate whirred with a loud scream, its red laser eye glowing bright. The twin barrels turned smoothly locking onto the part of the crowd. I looked at the sea of eyes, the snapping teeth and the gray hands reaching for my home. My mind went quiet. The fear vanished, replaced by a cold surv

'So a 4:9 ratio of A-Type and C-Type flammable feed instead of using C-Type feeds can increase the lethality of my heat blasters by 34%. 'Never knew that psion wave emitters has the same range as a long range molecular destabilizers. That saves a lot of my expense.' 'Damn! I never realized that using a 2-round burst canon has lesser recoil than medium-range Ivory-22.' 'Fuck! I've been doing it wrong this entire time.' 'Customization for standard issue magazine with 30 rounds for plasma rifle! So I have to compromise with weight to get better precision and less recoil.'

"Bullets do not depreciate, Commodore. They only become more expensive to everyone who is not holding them." Remy stepped in, all swagger and bad cologne. "Here is where we land. We give you two hundred, and you throw in the next shipment free, the launchers and the ammunition, and we call it square and keep doing business like gentlemen."

We almost made the concrete. The second Capture operator adjusted for the residual trail of the bond instead of the larger group heat and fired a low-velocity suppression round designed to disable the carrier without killing the secondary host. I stored the round itself a fraction of a second before impact. The effort dropped me to one knee. The Stage 2 transfer collapsed into pure emergency minimal function. Mara turned back to lay covering fire. The remaining Capture operator used the angle and put a clean lethal round through the upper chest of the remnant woman.

Now James Schwartz lay, watching the building, still and unmoving, almost one with the weapon he cradled almost lovingly and blending in with the world around him in such a way, that it was impossible to make out that he was there. Danielle was trying her best not to swear, and Aiyana had her cold gaze fixed on the building, her phone in the bag slung over her back. * Lucien was armed too. Apart from the Glock 22 which he carried around everywhere, he had brought along two of his favourite weapons, the DSR-Precision DSR 50 Sniper Rifle, one of the deadliest guns he had seen and which was his weapon of choice. Being highly adjustable and short in length, it had a holder in the front. From his

Darkness swallowed everything except the faint blue-white glow of the thing’s body and the golden haze pouring off Kael’s aura. Then the Remnant opened its mouth. There were no teeth. No tongue. Just a spiraling void that pulled air into it like a slow inhale. The wards cracked overhead. Lira cursed and thrust her hands forward. Sigils flared to life in front of her, slamming into a barrier that wavered like stretched glass and then shattered. The Remnant didn’t even flinch. Kael didn’t wait. He lunged. His blade met the Remnant’s arm with a sound like metal striking wet stone. The creature rippled, the hit landing, but distorting, warping, refusing to break.