Safe Arms Novels & Stories

I guessed his safe lock code was connected to the app. “Enter the code.” I checked the combination from the paper and kept it in my head before punching the numbers. The safe was unlocked. “What the hell?” I turned to him with wide eyes. “It’s licensed under my name. It’s necessary to have a handgun in my safe for my protection. Don’t worry, I know how to use it. I have training at Osmium. And yes, I have my crypto wallet inside. Lock it.” I locked the door and returned his shirts like they used to be. “Why did you trust me with this?”

the target, meaning you’ll be at an angle instead of facing it straight-on,” he went on, guiding my body to a proper stance, and I followed everything he said. I am currently carrying a Glock 17, which is an excellent choice for me due to the fact that it is pleasantly large enough to fit my complete hand and provides a better grip. Akim has previously given me a rundown of the advantages and disadvantages of working with firearms. The precautionary measures that I must adhere, particularly while it is loaded, to protect not just myself but also those around me from injury. Only then I need to take a shot when I have a clear view of my target.

Alex teamed up with the twenty best bodyguards of the Smith family,briefing them on the task ahead. They all made their way onto the private jet,suiing up with the best equipment and parachutes.The jet would not be landing.Alex took out a hand gun from the box,he hoped he would not have to use it. He carefully put the safety on and slid it into his pocket. Each man had an AK47,two hand guns and a strip of granades across their chests. Alex hoped that no one would use any of this and that all would go peacefully.

meaningful. “Okay, I want you to keep your arm bent like this and your legs spread apart.” Sage nods and takes aim at the target, looking cute with her noise-canceling headphones wrapped snuggly around her ears. Once we dragged ourselves out of bed earlier, I led her downstairs and handed her a gun. The look of astonishment on her face when she looked down at the gun was nearly comical. “This is a 9mm Smith and Wesson shield. It’s light and thin, so it fits perfectly in your hands...” A second ago, I removed the magazine to show her how it works, and now I’m showing her how to stand. Standing behind her, I place my hands over hers and fire off several rounds. To her credit, she doesn’t flinc

Please, please, please. The safe clicked open. Sitting inside was a heavy silver handgun, its barrel cold and gleaming. I checked the clip—loaded with silver-tipped hollow points. "Listen to me, Nate," I said, grabbing his shoulders and looking him dead in the eye. "The moment I step out, you lock all the doors. Do you hear me? On no account do you open this car for anyone but us. Stay low. Don't look out the window if you're scared." Nate nodded, his eyes wide as saucers. "Okay, Uncle Jimmie."

“Lock the place down exactly like Cassian instructed. Keep Sophie and the others safe. That’s your job now.” He opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off with a look. “I need a gun.” Virus hesitates, jaw tight, but he finally nods. “Come with me. I’ll get you some from the safe.” I follow him quickly, not once considering if it's a trap to lure me to the safe. He unlocks a reinforced cabinet once we’re inside the safe room and hands me two compact pistols. “It’s light enough for you to handle but enough to do damage,” he states, and I nod, checking the magazines, the weight familiar from the training Cassian once gave me.

A tree ranch board with a red dot was placed beside it. It was our target and now we're supposed to shoot it. And bring the arrow back as evidence. The girl shot the arrow straight in the bullseye, and we cheered together happily. Our first item was taken, a small smile slipped in my face. So did everyone cheered, a faint smile and relief washing them. “Are we really doing this?” Julia squealed, holding my hands. “We are!” the group chorused, laughing. “We still have two more to go,” “We need to split up to cover more grounds,” I said evenly. They nodded their heads, with more eagerness in their expression after their first win.

*Lucian’s POV* The armory was a sanctuary of steel and silence. I stood before the wall of weapons, methodically loading magazines. The click-clack of the bullets sliding into place was the only thing keeping the screaming in my head at bay. My men moved around me like ghosts, gearing up in silence. They knew better than to speak. The air in the room was heavy with the promise of violence. I holstered my sidearm and reached for a tactical vest. As I strapped it on, my secure phone buzzed on the metal bench.

I gently took her hand, feeling the warmth of her touch, and whispered, "I need you to stay safe, Olivia. I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you." I motioned for one of my men to approach, a trusted ally named Marco. He handed me a sleek, silver gun, its weight reassuring in my palm. I knew I had to ensure her protection, even when I couldn't be by her side. I passed the gun to her, our hands briefly touching, and whispered, "Take this. It's for your safety. I hope you won't need it, but if you do, don't hesitate to use it."

Alexi groaned. It’s true. It was military grade, and it was dads. It has a silencer on it not to mention the clip-on night vision scope. I kept most of dad's weapons. They are all registered to me so everyone one of them is legal. One of the benefits of being the daughter of a sniper. Jayson pulled me down and soon I was encased in four big strong muscled arms. I felt like some damn stuffie, but at least I was warm and comfortable.