Robin Weapons Novels & Stories

an upbeat tune sprang from a nearby armory, a service bot’s eyes shone as bright as the sun directing the two towards the ammo dump. “Hello Tommy” groaned Frank, the drone was obnoxious. “What should I set you up with sir? Let me guess, Fusion cutters? Lightning guns? How about a .75 cal puncher gun?” “Just scan what I have Tommy!” Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out.

The cursed thing was already closing the distance again, black mist snaking out around its ankles like a fishing net. Finally, Robbie dropped low. I scrambled onto his back and clutched a fistful of his thick fur, my body hugging tight against his spine. The tension in his muscles was coiled, like a spring ready to snap. The man swung something jagged and rusted—once a farming tool, now warped by whatever twisted energy animated him. Robbie snarled and blocked the hit with his forearm. The weapon cracked and splintered apart on contact, then the man jumped back with unnatural force just as Robbie lunged forward.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Cammie immediately interjects, “I want to hear what happened! I want to stay!” The Sheriff gives Robin the go ahead to carry on with his statement. Robin reluctantly carries on. “As I said, I had my rifle trained on one of the men, and I had my glock tucked away in my belt.” “I didn’t see another hand gun?” Cammie asks bewilderedly. Robin says, “it’s a back up I keep it in the back of the kitchen larder cupboard.”

Getting to his office in the villa, he pulled a suitcase onto the table. He opened the suitcase and pulled out an Sig Sauer P320 X-Five Legion and an Accuracy International AXSR. He already had a shot gun on him. He pulled out knives and daggers and kept them in his boots. Since he intended to go alone, he needed to make the fight even. A knock was heard on the door. “Come in”. Rob and a handful of soldiers entered the room.

Nonetheless, Antonio requires two hands to hold Robin's single hand. “I can’t. I’m sorry, sir.” “Stop it, Robin Luciano!” Larry was already behind them. Robin was surprised, which caught him off guard. Antonio also quickly snatched Robin's gun, as he always did when confronted with a naughty business opponent who attempted to attack Robin from close range. Antonio is more adept at protection because he is always Robin's shield. It did not take long for him to lock the revolver, turn the cylinder, and remove all of the bullets.

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

She was walking like a queen and M14 was behind her. Nandini come and stood in front of manik where all m14 surrounded them in circle and by now the the guns on robin. Robin was shocked as hell and soon he looked at manik. Manik painful look by now changed into the smirked one. He got up from the floor and open his shirt button and pull out the bullet proofjackets he was wearing and a empty blood bottle also as he throw everything out we can see his totally powerful and muscular body without any damage. He close his shirt buttons and take out his gun from his pocket.

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.