Scholars Armament Not Working Novels & Stories

But they had made a good start, and they were all feeling optimistic about the future. Leori, Robin, Ethan, and Adonis made their way to the armory, where they were met by a group of weapons experts. The experts had been summoned by Leori to help with the task of taking inventory and planning the acquisition of new weapons. The group included both human and werewolf experts, all of whom were skilled in the art of warfare.

I swipe the hair from my eyes and get to work on the bags. Once I've checked them, I head to find Alden. He's in the armory with Cabel and Nokita discussing the firepower they're taking and what's staying behind. Guns are something else we've been working on or more accurately, providing enough ammo. We've now stockpiled thousands of rounds so we have guns with actual bullets. Swords are still better for hellhounds, but we need the guns for our human enemies.

Doctor Baileys replied, as he brought out a small gadget that looked a little bit like a calculator. "Sit up tight, I hope this works out." he added as he moved closer to me, wrapping something that looks like bandage on my arm. "Everything is fine, but come over to the hospital tomorrow young man. I will take my leave now." The doctor said, as he removed his BP machine that was attached to my arm. "Thank you Doctor, I apologize for the false alarms. I know Doctors are very busy people, but you still came over to help despite your busy schedule. I appreciate Doc. Thank you once again." I said out loud.

I sat there for a moment, staring at my reflection in the dark monitor. I stood up and grabbed my jacket. If I was going to take down Tulcero with the reinforcements, I needed better equipment than a standard Glock and raw strength. The Armory was forty minutes outside Ridgeway Oaks. It catered to a very specific clientele—supernaturals who needed weapons that could kill other supernaturals. I parked the Harley in the alley and knocked three times on the reinforced steel door. A panel slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. “Password,” a gravelly voice demanded.

He asked anxiously, "Then, when is she coming back? Is she in any danger now?" Leon looked at Vernon and said coldly, "I'm sorry, but you're not research personnel. I'm afraid our information is classified." Vernon frowned as he gave Leon the once-over. Just as the tension began rising between the two of them, one of my bodyguards, Guy Bloomsdale, suddenly ran over, panting loudly, and exclaimed anxiously, "Bad news! The village that Ms. Summers went to has just been ambushed!" This sudden news came out of nowhere, and Vernon immediately lost his cool. He looked like he'd just been struck in the head as he froze on the spot in a daze.

] [ CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL INITIATED. The machine raised a bladed arm that hummed with plasma. "So much for a peaceful history lesson," Sebastian raised his rifle, stepping protectively in front of Harper. "Put your helmet back on. We're fighting our way out."

"Don't touch me." Abram didn't look up from the disassembled rifle on the workbench. His fingers, thick and scarred from a decade of border skirmishes, moved with a surgical, rhythmic precision. "Your hands." Leo stood a foot away. He held a small bowl of steaming water and a clean rag. His blonde curls caught the harsh overhead light of the armory. "They’re bleeding, Alpha. The metal—it’s cutting your knuckles." "I said stay back." Abram slammed a spring into place. The metallic click echoed against the concrete walls. "You're here to carry my gear, not play nurse. Solomon didn't tell you the rules?"

The mission went smoothly, probably beyond anyone's anticipation that a few defectors from the Abyss would dare to return and intercept Whitmore's shipment, leaving them unguarded. However, a stray attacker almost ambushed Carly, only to be taken down by a headshot from Aurora. After successfully unloading the goods, which turned out to be arms, Jasper temporarily stored them in a warehouse. Aurora needed to quickly find a buyer. Under time pressure, she once again hacked into Heath's computer, with Carly commenting with a laugh, "Is it really okay for you to play around with Heath like this?" Aurora glared at her, "I wouldn't have involved him if I had a choice, but the only people I know w

“Let’s finish this.” Armory corridors glowed in sputtering torchlight. Several weapon racks were overturned, and crossbows were missing. A single conspirator crouched near scattered crates, rummaging for supplies. He spotted them and fired a bolt straight at Alara. She managed to conjure a hurried barrier, deflecting the projectile with a clang. Ezra lunged, striking the man’s shoulder with the hilt of his sword. The conspirator dropped to his knees, crossbow clattering away. Ezra hoisted him upright, fury blazing in his eyes. “How many more of you are here?”

Since I had no idea how to use half of the functions, I chose the simplest. Afterward, we went to the armory, a thirty-by-thirty-foot room with guns hanging on the walls. Large boxes sat around its perimeter, each filled with ammunition. There were shields, sword racks, and a stand that held more daggers than I could count. A table took up the middle of the space where people could sit and load up their weapons. As we headed toward the door, he cleared his throat. “I occasionally correspond with your sister. Would you like me to reconnect you?”