Safe Arms Novels & Stories

A couple came to mind. Shane was talking about weapon safety like none of us had ever heard it before. None of the weapons we used were live—which meant we couldn’t actually kill each other in the simulator no matter how clumsy or careless we were. Still, Shane liked to hear the sound of his own voice, so he went on for far too long, past our hour cut-off.

"We got some .22 calibers. I bet you'd enjoy it." I look down at Felicia. "We have some time. It never hurts to know how to handle a firearm." Felicia bites her lip, "Um... Okay. It's safe, though, right?" "Very safe, with the right instructor... Come on, I'll show you." We walk over to the locked weapons. I sign one out and then pick up protective ear coverings for both of us. "This will protect your ears. It gets loud." I show her how to put them on.

Sliding it seamlessly into the leather shoulder holster, I ensure that it is properly concealed beneath my suit coat. In my line of work, having a reliable and efficient weapon is crucial. For me, that weapon of choice is Glock. These semi-automatic handguns with polymer frames are widely favored by law enforcement and military personnel across the globe. With their robust construction, user-friendly operation, and safety features, Glock firearms provide the assurance I need for personal protection.

Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into his arms. His palm was broad. He pressed one to my waist and pulled me closer. A weird sense of security wrapped around me. I couldn't tell if his chest was too warm or whether he smelled too familiar. Maybe it was even the strength of that hand at my waist that held up my trembling body. "Lulu… she's gone. I've already asked the doctor to pull the security footage." I tilted my head up, tears blurring my vision. They kept streaming down my face. "Don't be afraid. Lulu will be okay. I'll look for her with you." Ewan's arms tightened around me as he stroked my hair to soothe me. Maybe it was how certain his voice sounded, but it somehow steadied me.

she replied trying not to laugh out loud. I whistled loudly, grinning ear to ear. "Are you sure I am safe? Like my head is safe from your fists?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Niyi, believe me. You are of course safe in my hands. You will always be safe in my hands." she reassured. "Come off it, that should be my line." I said chuckling a bit. "I should be the one protecting you, you will always be safe in my hands, Alma." I whispered. *****

, She said. “What?”, Aarvik gave her a confused look. He saw Pravi aim toward the streetlight and within seconds, she shot it, making the streetlight turned off. Aarvik smiled when he remembered that every doctor in the army college is given basic training in self-defense and weapons so that they can save themselves in case of any emergency. “I can aim.”, Pravi huffed and threw Aarvik’s gun toward him to which he caught it safely. Aarvik showed his hand to his guards, stating everything is fine. After looking at the guards for two minutes or so, he finally left the spot.

“Please arm yourself.” A hidden compartment slid open in the wall with a sharp hiss of hydraulics. Inside, perfectly aligned, were two silver 9mm pistols, cold and gleaming under the emergency lights. I grabbed both without thinking, the weight of them grounding me. Muscle memory kicked in—check the mags, rack the slide, safety off. Michelle was already at my side. Her eyes were wide, but steady. No panic. Just resolve. “Stay close to me,” I said, pressing one of the guns into her hand. “If anything happens, don’t hesitate.”

He turns back to look at me. "I'll also need you to surrender your sidearm, Mr. Hunt." The air between us goes still. I keep my expression neutral. "That's not going to happen." "Federal protocol," Miller says, his voice dropping into the tone of someone used to being obeyed. "No unauthorized weapons on a government-monitored flight." "This isn't a government flight. It's a private Aegis Security transport. I'm the contracted security officer." Miller's jaw tightens. "You're also a civilian. Civilians don't carry weapons in federal custody."

“We get all these back when this is over.” It wasn’t a question or a request, it was a command which I was giving Ross. Those bullets are extremely rare and hard to make. I’d be damned if I let the wolves keep it in the name of security. “Of course,” he answered with a forced smile. They put the weapons in a dark bag and moved it to the side. “If we find out that anyone is concealing something they shouldn’t, there would be dire consequences,” Ross warned. Bitch please.

Alpha Blade POV My eyes went to the wrist watch on my hand and I couldn’t help but notice that Emily was forty minutes late. A pint of beer was dropped on my table and when I looked up, my eyes met the stern eyes of the old lady that owned the coffee shop. “You shouldn’t have come here, Blade.” She said. “It’s too risky.”