Safe Arms Novels & Stories

I had no idea why I was comparing the two, but the difference was drastic. “Yes, this is the armory,” I nodded. “The most secure and guarded section of this entire property. There are weapons worth millions here. Or more.” “And you guys use them all?” she asked, staring around the state-of-the-art armory, one of the proud possessions of the Bladocchi family. “Sometimes. Sometimes we sell and some are just prized possessions,” I answered. “Come.”

Swords, daggers, axes, and guns, each sharpened and polished to perfection. Before anything, I focus on protection. I grab a set of lightweight body armor— fabric pads designed to absorb impact while remaining undetectable under clothing. Chest, back, arms, thighs—each piece is strapped into place, offering just enough defense without sacrificing speed. A full suit would slow me down, and I can’t afford that. But these will stop any claws, teeth or worse from inflicting too much damage which will give me an edge.

The mirror swung out like a door, revealing a wall of steel behind it. I just stared. Williams leaned closer to the steel. A thin red line of light went down over his face. “Facial recognition,” he explained calmly. “It’s a backup security measure. The best way to keep people out of a safe is to make sure they don’t even know it exists.” Hence, the mirror. Williams pushed the door inward, and I followed him into the armory. When I’d heard the word armory, I’d pictured something out of a movie: black metal shelves, ammo belts, and walls covered in guns like a war room.

"I don’t care about your business, Ace.” “Well, you should,” he said. "Why?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Because you should know everything." "That's not an answer," I sighed. My phone pinged, and I pulled it out, speaking. “I’m not touching guns. It’s bad enough that I have to walk around and everywhere I go, someone is holding them.” “Security is a necessity.” “Yeah, well, I’m not touching guns.” I looked down at my phone. I had a message from Matt.

She looked like she was dreaming. I touched her cheek, and murmured, “You're safe. You hear me? No matter what happens out there, you're safe.” I kissed her forehead. Then I moved to the front, flipped a hidden switch behind the glovebox, and the SUV locked down, bulletproof plating engaged, windows tinting black. I slammed the door shut, rounded the car and popped open the trunk. A long case rested there. I unbuckled it and flipped it open. Inside was a short-barrel AR-15 with a suppressor. Dual Glock 19s with extended mags. Tactical knives. Flashbangs. A sawed-off Remington, just for fun.

She looked at him, jiggling his saber around for a quick warm-up, "I must say, that's weapon looks exquisite, Mister Damaged." "Thanks, I got this new weapon not too long ago!" Creed honestly explained his intent. "Since you also use swords, I will try to learn from you! So you better not hold back..." The good and mysterious fact about Soul-Armas was that they were weapons that automatically fit in the user's hands. It would save the user's time in learning its basic handling and skills. That's why Soul-Armas was so popular, it was like muscles would automatically generate a muscle memory for the weapon. The only thing left for the user was to increase their expertise with it. People also c

“Ma'am now all of them are without weapons. We have put them all at the gate and only allowed their leader inside.” “Sure. Take positions. They shouldn’t move from their place and introduce their smartness to us. I do not want the least catastrophe here. Your boss will not like it!” Scarlett ordered the chief security officer. “You have taken away my gun. What if your boss kills me?” Kyle asked Carson’s security chief. He smiled. “We are proud to share that our boss is moralistic. He doesn't raise his gun on unarmed men unless he is a culprit who harmed his men or territory. You did neither of the things. So you're safe. You had to surrender your guns for our safety.”

"Hey," Aaron said, stopping in the row next to Cadence. She looked up, smiling. "Hey! How are you?" she asked, happy that he had come up to talk to her. "Good. Sorry to interrupt," he said, looking at Jamie. "No, it's fine," Jamie replied. "Actually, I needed to go ask Elliott about that new safety we were thinking about putting on the Glocks. Do you want to sit here?" It was obvious that Jamie was being polite. He would have nothing to do with the after-market safety they added to their most popular weapons choice, but Aaron appreciated his politeness. "That would be great. Thanks, Jamie," he said.

"And if I can't understand?" Silvan simply raised his hands. Clack! Clack! All 36 men in the black robes took out unique firearms and disengaged the safety, aiming in Harvey's direction. "These weapons are specialized firearms Country A created against martial arts elites. Their bullets are created from toxins that could deal with True Warriors that Grand City has perfected. The ones with weapons are trained elites who with god-like accuracy and an iron will. If all 36 of them pull the trigger at the same time, even a living legend who has reached the level of uniting Man and Nature has to take a step back," Silvan explained calmly.

There were no words exchanged by Roman leading the pack. He signaled with his left hand and two fingers for two men to go in the front of the house and with the opposite hand and two fingers for another group to go behind the house. They all moved in synch, movements of calculation and precision and safety clips off of the silencer dressed automatic weapons. Ro and Reece came into the house, casing the place, every room before entering mine. "Reece, check the room and closet. I'm not sure if the assailant is still on premise." Roman barked.