Safe Arms Novels & Stories

William frowns, "Il est, Jacques.(It is,Jacques.) This wasn't what we agreed on." Jacques turns to him, "Les temps ont changé. La sécurité est devenue plus stricte et il est donc devenu plus risqué de vendre des armes.(Times have changed. The security has become tighter and so, it has become more risky to sell weapons.)" Jacques explains as he takes out another cigarette to smoke. Lexis rolls his eyes inwardly already getting irritated.The value they have estimated for the arms was 100 million, and now, Jacques is saying something else which is starting to annoy him.

She has to start from scratch. She put all the documents back in the box. She will continue next time. For now, she will prepare to pick up her son from his school. However, one thing is sure the safe box is no longer safe. Ara put back the documents into the safe box, but not the gun. Maybe it is best to carry a weapon. Besides, the firearm she had was easy to carry. She did not examine the gun last night, but now she realizes that the gun was small and easy to carry. If she was not mistaken, the gun is called Sig P365, which was in demand for women because it has a small frame and is easy to carry.

Nearby warriors followed him into the basement, through the secured door they entered the armory. "We don't know who attacked or how many there are, so bring as many weapons as you need and arm yourself! Notify the battle regiment and the border guards!" Kendrick ordered while donning tungsten body armor and arming himself with multiple daggers, a sword, and specially made automatic weapons for specially made silver bullets that can pierce through and physically harm any supernatural. A warrior had already suited up and left, and the rest of them were armed and ready. "Check every floor, and once the building is clear, make sure they make it to the safehouse! Let's go!"

“If you won’t take my drink will you at least dance with me so I can show you a good time?” “No,” I replied and quickly got up from my seat while grabbing my purse and wine. I proceeded to turn and walk away when he reached out and grabbed my arm. The alarms in my body rose to a level of panic. I knew what it felt like to be grabbed in that way and the outcome was never pleasant. I put my brave face on and turned to look at him. As he held onto my arm he said, “I wasn’t done talking to you. The least you can do is hear me out and have a conversation with me.” In that moment I felt unsafe and wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I wasn’t about to accommodate his request and needed

We hurried down the stairs and head for the armory. I remove two Glocks and hand one to Abby now that I’m confident she can handle it with the best of them. I moved over to the automatic rifles. I take one down and snap on the magazine. Making sure the safety’s on, I loop the strap over my shoulder. To be on the safe side, I also take down two Buck 119 knives in their holsters. If anyone comes near me and Abby, they’re going to be in for one hell of a surprise.

"We got separated." "The bag," he snapped. "Sorry, it's stuck on my coat." She wiggled one arm, using her wrist to release the catch securing her firearm in its holster. Wesley had given her an older, leather one, not at all up to his usual security standards. They made do with what they had in a pinch, and this had been a pinch. "There. See?" She got one arm free. "I'm setting it down, okay? I'm cooperating, see?"

James moves his arms like a kid playing 'airplanes'. Klempner nods. "Don't let the vest make you feel safe. It protects your main body cavity, but an attacker can still get a shot at you from above, from below or from under your arms. And they're not much use against knives or blades." "And if someone does try to shoot me?" "It'll stop the shot from most handguns you're likely to encounter but if it's anything sizeable, you'll still feel like you've been hit by that rhino I mentioned."

These mats were made to keep them from seriously injuring themselves on the rugged terrain. "I had them move to a different location for the week. We need the best supplies for you two, and there's nothing better than what we have here." He waved towards the cement building with one hand as he fished through his pocket with the other. He pulled out a large silver key and inserted it into the steel door, the sound of a lock clicking echoing through the grounds. Landrews pushed the door open with a creak and revealed a secured room full of state of the art weapons. There were military grade guns that contained silver bullets and a variety of daggers and knives that were dipped in the same silv

And maybe, just maybe, in his arms she’d also find the one thing she coveted. She slid her arms down to wrap them around his torso. His body folded around her like a protective casing of large hard muscles and she loved it, loved every second she was there even more. Yup, this was where she wanted to be until she was strong again. And certainly, not maybe, she’ll be staying in those arms until she was old and grey. She was going to make sure of it.

Forty-Four muttered grumpily. “No, Delta’s the cannon fodder,” Forty-Nine quipped in a nasty tone. “We’re just the lucky ones that get to follow up with the mops and shovels. Are they actually going to bother to arm us this time?” “Yes, General Case has agreed to open up the armory, but not for all of us. Just those that have passed Marksmanship Three or higher. If I remember right, that’s all of us except…” She gave me a broad smirk. “Forty-Two… you’ll be carrying a butter knife.”