Safe Arms Novels & Stories

Liam and Alex were holding the central staircase, preventing access to the upper level where the safe room was located, but they were clearly tiring. "I'll be back," I promised my kids, securing the crib and activating the room's secondary defenses—even if I failed, this room would remain impenetrable. I kissed both and prayed Lucas stayed put as I stepped to the bookcase that held weapons on the top shelves. I retrieved the small silver knife I kept in the safe room, not as a primary weapon but as a last resort, then took a deep breath and unsealed the heavy door. The sounds of combat were immediately louder—growls, impacts, the splintering of furniture. I moved silently down the hallway, d

His unwavering focus and attentiveness ensure the safety of the group. Together, in this well-organized formation, they move as one unit, their weapons ready and easily accessible. Each member's chosen armament reflects their individual strengths and capabilities, emphasizing their commitment to protecting one another and fulfilling their mission. With every coordinated movement, they venture into the unknown with unwavering determination and unwavering resolve.

I turned back and winked at Faceless when I got to the door but he just gave me a straight face. … I was taken to their arsenal and I was marveled. There were different types of weapons arranged neatly on the shelves and some were hung on the walls. There are different roles, with each role having the same type of weapon. I whistled loudly when I spot the TAC-II 338 sniper rifle, just the perfect weapon I need. I wanted to touch it, but the guards told me I should go change my clothes first. They gave me the armoured SWAT like uniform they have on, mine has an holster attached directly to the back and it’s long enough to hold a shotgun. Another holster was attached to the chest for a pistol.

They required protection from harm due to their essential role in a mech's offense, but they also had to retain their nimbleness in order to operate their weapons as smoothly as real human arms. Regarding the use of arms, mech designers generally chose from three different options. One was to keep the arms articulated like a human's, letting the mech depend on external weapons like pistols and rifles. Great importance is placed on mimicking the arms to its biological equivalent, sometimes achieving a synchronization of up to 99%. This allowed marksmen to fire their weapons as accurately as they could in real life without depending on aim assist and other guided aids, which provides a remarka

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what but there was something about being in this place that was downright different. And lastly, confused because amidst feeling this, he felt a different sense of safety entirely. Like in one side of his body, he felt the animosity of the place, and on the other, he felt secure...brought up in heaven’s gate. Marcus couldn’t explain it, but it made him feel calm — quite a welcoming feeling in this kind of environment. ***

hence, if you ain't in, then you can't be forced" Amalia was relieved by her words. "thanks" Amalia smiled at her. "get ready, Ama Darling...it's almost time...hmm...few minutes to go" A man walks in, checking on his wristwatch. He was in control of all the girls... "I am ready" It took Amalia a whole lot to say those words...she is anxious and scared...It's fine, trust me" the girl holds onto Amalia's hands and squeezes them lightly. Even if she never wanted to, she has no choice but trusts her...

I spoke up then. "You're right, we got lucky. This could have gone so much worse and you know what? If it had, we would have handled it. All of us. We would have taken care of each other and made it through. There is no way to prevent this. There is nothing we can do to stop bad things from happening, that's just life. Life is a bully sometimes but you have us now and always. Your friends and family. People who love you no matter what. We are how you can feel safe. Knowing that no matter what comes our way, we can deal with it, together. Look up. Look at them. They are our safety. They are our peace" I said and Layla looked up and saw everyone.

He spoke like the ocean talks to rocks. Block 4: Knife & Retention. They returned to the blade. Forward grip for reaching. Reverse for work you don’t discuss. “You cut hands to open them,” he said, tapping the inside of his own forearm. “Tendons are doors. Arteries are alarms.” He drilled retention: holstered, seatbelted, surprised. “If he gets two hands on your gun, you keep the gun. If he gets one hand on your wrist, you keep your wrist. If he gets both, you become a problem in the hips.”

I turned back towards the front of the ship, fumbling to change the clip – BLAM. My left bicep burned like a flare had erupted inside my flesh. I roared in pain and flattened against the wall. Armin appeared just around the corner, thirty feet away, aiming a big-ass rifle with some kind of a scope on it. “Drop it or you’re dead,” he yelled. Shit. “I mean it!” he shouted. I dropped the AR-15 on the deck. He started walking towards me. “Your sidearm – drop that too, and slowly – ”

"How? With bodyguards? Security cameras? What?" "All of that and more." He crossed to a panel on the wall, pressing something that made screens descend from the ceiling. Security feeds flickered to life, showing every angle of his building. "As of this morning, you will have a security detail. Two professionals, former military, who will shadow you everywhere except inside your apartment." "I do not want people following me." "Too bad." His tone left no room for argument. "You do not get to refuse safety because it is inconvenient. Not when threats like this exist."