Revy Pistol Novels & Stories

She walked to where the supplies were and picked up a polished and sleek pistol. Reynolds came to stand beside her and did same but opted for a classic revolver. Both took their position at the shooting line. "Go on first," Reynolds said. Amy aimed with determination at the bullseye on the target board. She pulled the trigger,and the bullet went straight to hit the bullseye. She turned to Reynolds who only smiled and aimed at his target board. Within seconds, his bullet hit the bullseye as well. The sound of shots rang out intermittently as both focused on their targets.

he said before walking back to her with a different gun. "This is a pistol gun, as you noticed they don't use revolving cylinders, and unlike revolvers that have 6 or 7 bullets, pistols can carry up to 17 bullets in a magazine, take it, examine it, " he said, handing her the gun as he walked away.

It took a fingerprint ID, eye scan, and a twelve-digit code to breach, but she quickly found out why. "Holy shit!" she murmured as she walked in. The damn vault was easily 50 feet long, 15 feet wide, and lined with weapons ranging from throwing stars to rocket launchers. "This is SO illegal!" she said, running her hands over a high-powered sniper rifle with a scope she'd never even seen before. "What the hell are these?" she asked, picking up a pair of what looked like Desert Eagle 50s but with some kind of banana clip. "Just what they look like," Reaper said lovingly, staring at the guns. "I know someone who works with the manufacturer, and he made us a special set. Single shot for most bad

While she was left hanging and frustrated as her eyes stared in the atmosphere. “I’ve got various types of pistols here. Pick your preference and bring it to the cashier.” Primo said and laid the rectangular metal container that contained different types of pistols. Herald didn’t spend long enough to pick his preference as it doesn’t really matter to him–as long as it fires at his target, no problem.

Elena translates stopping “Me? I can have one?” She turns to me wide-eyed, waiting for me to say something, but I easily spot the desire in her eyes for one “Fine, you can have it,” I shrug, walking further into the container right behind Mr. Leroy. “We have just one in this order, a legendary silver Glock 43, single stack 9mm, lugs caliber, and super ultra-conceivable,” Elena translates, her eyes going wider when he pulls open the black box, a gold pistol seat perfectly.

"Speaking of gifts, look at what I got Lyse." Axel's eyes glinted mischievously as he showed the others a silver rectangular box while looking excited. After punching in a complex passcode, Axel opened the box and revealed the contents for all to see. Jonah froze up while Silas inhaled sharply in return. "The R&D department in the headquarters created this gun recently. There's a mix of ammo and tranquilizers in this revolver. Lyse can spin the cylinder to the left if she is in danger. The tranquilizers are more than enough to put her target to sleep for three days. If she wants that target dead, she can spin to the right for regular ammo."

He starts, patting Seth violently on the back, Seth meets him with a cheerful demeanor as well, "What kind is it? It looks old but polished!" Seth's eyebrows raise as he takes his revolver from its holster, "Colt 1851 Navy Revolver." Seth looks over to another revolver tied to his arm sitting under his coat. He takes it out as well, "And this one is a Colt Pocket Revolver." Seth examines the barrel as if reminiscing. "You like?" "Yeah, it's very interesting, especially how old they are, how are they in such wonderful condition!"

Each clean shot represented a pack member fighting through pain and weakness to protect their own. The black market arsenal he'd acquired over the years—fifty Barrett M82/M107s, fifty CheyTac M200 Interventions, fifty Accuracy International AX50s, fifty McMillan TAC-50s, and fifty Sako TRG 42s—now proved their worth. Enough firepower to wage a small war, and they were using every bit of it.

22 caliber revolver. "Is this what you're looking for?" Eugene took out the revolver buried among the candy sticks and placed it on the table. "May I take a look?" Tony Rico asked. Eugene silently nodded. Tony Rico picked up the revolver and examined it. He tilted the cylinder to check the fully loaded bullets and put his finger on the trigger, aiming at empty space to check the sights. After confirming that the serial number had been cleanly removed, Tony Rico put the revolver back down on the table.

Red lights were a suggestion to him, mostly depending on how many cars were crossing his path. “Here.” I looked down at my lap to see a pistol in my lap. Taking it, I inspected it. It was a semi-automatic pistol. Looking at the lines, I was pretty sure it was a K100 model. Checking the magazine, it was completely loaded with fifteen rounds. Slamming it back in place, I felt the weight of it in my left hand. The weight wasn’t too bad and I knew the recoil on these weren’t nearly as bad as others. “I also have these. You might find more use with these. I would say the gun is for emergencies.”