Safe Arms Novels & Stories

Ken said. Angie moved closer and kissed him Ken didn't resist he gave in and kissed back Angie wanted to remove his goat she realized that he had a pistol "You mean you are armed bin the university why?" Angie asked. "I am sorry this pistol is registered under my name itsit'scensed I bought it for self-defense the town I live in is very dangerous I bought it for my safety," Ken said "Please hang your coat yourself I don't know how to deal with dangerous weapons," Angie said.

Avery asks, lowering his gun to his hip and flicking the safety back on. "Yep, she's fine. Three guards including her doctor are watching her now," I explain and set down the bag of weapons in front of them. "Pick your AR. Those hand guns ain't gonna do much when there's more than just one of them facing us." They both nod and approach the bag, quickly choosing a gun then a few boxes of ammo for their back pocket. We begin walking down the hall, keeping a close eye out and ocassionly searching a room we pass by.

The system was automated, requiring minimal maintenance, and could produce enough food to sustain a small community. The armory was locked behind a steel door that required both a code and Clara's fingerprint. Inside, rows of weapons gleamed under the dim lights—assault rifles, pistols, ammunition, grenades, and even a few specialized tools for close-quarters combat. Clara had never been a violent person, but she understood that the apocalypse would bring out the worst in people. She would not be caught unprepared.

Shamira walked away. Shamira went and got into her armor, then picked up the rest of her gear. She had one whip wrapped around her waist as usual and the bullwhip hanging off the side. She had two shoulder holsters, each sporting a 9mm with silver hollow-points. A couple of knives in her boots and a double-barrel, silver buckshot shotgun slung over her back made her feel like picking a fight. Probably not the best thing for her current frame of mind, but Shane had been the one to demand it.

“I'm sorry Maria. And yeah, we can go with all the weapons but I guess I would be in the promises alone so they don't suspect anything” “Alone? What if things go wrong, how do we tell?” “Maria there are lots of ways to stay safe. Remember the neck piece I got a few months ago. It has cameras on it all we need to do is connect it to the device the tech guy would be using. You would be with him in the truck, while I go in. And any other men you want to contact must know the rules and how to operate. No one should ruin things for me, is that clear?” I pointed out my finger as I gave the instructions.

Everything was perfect until reality crept in. CASPIAN. 'Alpha, headcount?' My Beta asked me through our mindlink, and I knew he was asking for casualty numbers since I would feel whenever a pack member died or was heavily injured. Years of training and preparation were still not enough to guarantee a successful defense, but we were doing much better than we've been in the past. 'Zero.' I answered smugly as I pivoted and aimed the spear in my hand directly at the rogue wolf in front of me. I drove the spear into his neck and pinned him to the ground before smashing his wolf face with my foot.

I ask. “Manfred, your cunt of a friend has my daughter. As long as your ambition is to make her safe, you can trust me.” I hate that all I have to go on is his word and my gut instinct. Taking a leap of faith, I hold my hand out to my driver who’s standing by the door waiting for instruction. “Give me your gun,” I order, and when he places it in my hand, I clutch it by its barrel and offer it out to Amara’s father. He won't be armed. My security checked everybody who entered my mother’s home tonight, especially him. “If you’ve got any thoughts in your head of turning that on me, then you better hope you're a good shot,” I warn, before turning back around and heading out to get my wife. XXX

Experts at combat, weapons, and bombs. Palace Blue, a huge mansion guarded by thirty armies. Five on the balcony, arm by an M16. Three in each five windows, arm by VCS and two in every five doors, arm with 12gauge Revolver Shotgun. The last five are guarding his door. Each arm with a V19 pistol. Got 45 P22, in my sleeve and DS-AR rifle with 2x scope.

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But for a group, it wasn't as effective. I pulled out twin glock 27 .40 caliber subcompact handguns with extended mags. Both sporting ten silver bullets each. I cocked them back to chamber a round in each and shut the trunk. “Jarvis, take the car to a safe place. I will call you when I need you.” I said. “Your wish is my command. Please, do be safe out there.” He replied.