Safe Skies Archer Episode 1 Novels & Stories

Before I can even say anything else, Archie opened the car's backdoor for me and forced me to go in without saying a word. Honey, on the other hand, was sitting next to Archie. She turned a little to look at me with worry in her eyes. “Are you okay, Ms. Savannah?” She worriedly asked when Archie opened the door and entered the car. “Archie, can you at least feed us with some information? We don't even know what's happening right now!” “What's happening is Schuyler's in danger! Fuck!” He started the car and was driving away when the motorcycle riders’ signaled something to him before they drove away.

He didn’t look at me, didn’t speak immediately, but I saw the way his jaw clenched, the tension rippling through him. “Michael…” he began carefully, “does the boss know?” I turned my head toward him, my smile sharp as glass. “Of course not, and he doesn’t need to. This is between me and Archer.” His brows furrowed faintly, though the sunglasses still hid most of his reaction. “The boss gave me one order to keep you safe. Going after Archer is wrong.” “Maybe,” I said, leaning back in my seat, letting the leather cradle me. “Or maybe it’s the only way I will ever feel safe again. Archer tried to kill Ashley. He put a bullet in my best friend. You think I can sit still knowing that?”

He desperately channeled his Might to intercept the attack. Zephyr successfully blocked the attack, but his arm reeled back from the pain, going numb as the arrow broke itself, sending a loud crack that echoed around. However, Zephyr was still pushed back by thirty feet. “This archer’s skill… is…” Zephyr gasped loudly. “If this was any other guy, they wouldn't be so lucky!' He pondered, ‘Had he hid himself well enough, even an Agile of level one could be easily killed!’

Ruby For the first time since I could think of, I saw Archer give a wide boyish smile. Somewhere deep within me I knew he was being sincere and that he genuinely wanted me back but the hurt was just too fresh and deep. I couldn’t believe it when he told me he wanted me to see the safe he had violently said no to before. And now the big guy stood across from me waiting for my response.

Slinging their kit bags over one shoulder they casually stepped onto the loading ramp. “Final checks,” Archer ordered as each man checked their rifles were made safe. Taking their preferred positions on the seating deck. Archer resumed his, placing his helmet and mic on so he could communicate once again with the pilots. “Prepare for take off.” The pilot called over the speakers. Each man checked their seatbelts before the plane picked up speed down the runway. Archer fell back into his seat, the vibrations of the engines reverberated through the deck, numbing his back. Archer folded his arms across his chest, his tattoos fading underneath the tanned skin from the days walk in the sun. Closi

But this was still much much better than being in the middle of the fight. “Mia, are you ready?” Archer asked again, offering me his hand. It’s now or never, Mia! It’s do or die… Show them that you’re the badass bitch that you’ve always pretended to be! I couldn’t form any words so I just placed my hand in his, holding onto him tightly. Archer stood up from the ground with his gun pointed forward and I followed. We ran, hand-in-hand, through the scary scene where people were trying to shoot each other while our people tried to cover for us.

As if he was going to pull the stars out of the sky, Archer launches himself into the air. His jersey rides up, exposing a sliver of milky flesh right above the line of his shorts. The sight makes my stomach do a cartwheel. I swallow thickly. This may be more interesting than I expect it to be.

Aria's body began trembling uncontrollably, the kite she'd just retrieved slipping from her grasp to flutter to the ground, as if it too had lost the power of flight. Archer slowly opened his eyes to see the adorable little girl before him. He was stunned for a moment, then used his last bit of strength to try smiling at her, to tell her not to be afraid—but that smile looked more painful than crying. "Don't... don't be scared," he whispered, his voice weak and nearly lost in the space around them. Archer's white T-shirt was soaked with blood, the shocking red spreading across the pale fabric like blooming devil's flowers. His face was white as paper, lips trembling slightly.

Scan Ramsdale Hawkins now! The system exploded red. > **CRITICAL ANOMALY DETECTED. > **TARGET IDENTITY: PLAYER 000. > **CLASS: THE ARCHITECT. > **LEVEL: UNKNOWN. Hawkins’ smile turned cold. He gave her shoulder a casual push. The force was devastating. Ara was launched backward through the air, crashing through glass display cases and slamming into a stone pillar fifty feet away. Her ribs shattered on impact. The world went white, and she blacked out.

“I’m okay. But Archer… Archer was shot.” I pull back, searching his eyes. They’re filled with pain, fear, and something else I can’t quite place. “Is this our life now, Megra?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. “Always in danger, always putting the people we care about in harm's way?”