Sniper Mask X Kuon Novels & Stories

"Harder to cut than Kevlar." "Did you kill the guy who wore them first?" Kan tossed the gear aside. He climbed onto the mattress, his silver eyes turning a dark, predatory grey as they raked over Timothy’s frame. "No." Timothy’s breath hitched. "Standard issue for ghosts. They cost more than your car." He tried to find the cold, operative mask he’d worn for years, but it was cracking. "I’m under the protection of the Rebellion. Eleanor Nash will have your heads for this." It was a desperate lie, a thin shield against the raw heat in the room.

"Mr. Knovell, what do you need so many for? These are for hunting, right? Not hurting people?" Caution laced his voice. Selling the gear was one thing, and liability was another. Cyrus laughed. "Relax. I'm taking friends on a hunting trip in Kongor. Just stocking up." Seamus whistled. "Kongor, huh? Lions and hyenas out there. Stay safe." "Don't worry. When can you have the gear ready?" "I've got stock on hand. Swing by anytime."

It hung in the air like a frozen fog, glittering in the moonlight, beautiful and lethal. "Masks on," I commanded, my voice muffled by the silk-and-leather respirator I had crafted. I watched as Killian pulled his mask into place, his eyes scanning the horizon. Beside him, Marcus and a hand-picked squad of Blackwood warriors moved with a cautious, heavy grace. They were breathing through the serum-soaked filters I’d made from the triplets' hair and the glacier-lily, their chests heaving as their bodies fought the metallic pressure of the atmosphere.

Jervis shouted. Feline laughed and laughed and Jervis was pissed, he was the first. Kerwyn left to go to the arrow area followed by Feline. “Hey Kerwyn, I want to talk about my plan against the Stygian,” I call. To our surprise, people in masks and black sharks were painted on the back of the jacket. "Where is Ian Mercado?" I asked earlier and approached me. Kerwyn stared as he carried the arrow at Nate's crew.

Kiana asked through her earbuds while looking at the camera which was located backstage. Xercel was at the part of backstage where it was a bit dark but because of the advanced technology of their empire, Kiana used lenses for night's vision. Xercel heard it while walking and observing the place she was in. She had studied the ins and outs of this place well since earlier and she would never want to fail this now. She can fail with other things, but not now. After a few minutes of walking, she immediately stops not that far away from a bunch of people who were wearing formal attires and masks with a symbol of a snake wrapping around a skull. They were standing straight while guarding a door.

I asked Arden, puzzled. "I had Kuya Sai get it for me earlier." Kuya Sai was their driver, in his twenties, and close to our age, Arden, Aiden, and I. I put on the leather jacket, surprised that it fit me perfectly. I also saw a bonnet, a black face mask, and sunglasses. "Arden, are you really serious about this?" I asked in disbelief as I put on the face mask, bonnet, and turned the sunglasses into a headband. It was so dark I could barely see!

RODWARTEM “What?” surprised, I asked Guenzo as I did not hear what he said. Guenzo sighed. “I said the Queen is looking at you but you are not reacting. Hayys, where did your mind wandered just now?” “Damn,” I cursed as I averted my gaze toward the Queen who was as usual was wearing her ivory mask, who was indeed looking at me. A smile started to form my lips as I bowed with gallantness. In my mind, I was wondering what kind of a face the Queen had inside that ivory mask. Although I was sure she was beautiful. Her lips alone that was uncovered was already that inviting.

This mask isn’t just fashionable, it was designed by Black Eagle and must be handled delicately. Unlike any of the other masks mine has been outfitted with a transmitter, as well as a small computer system designed to send information through nearly invisible lenses. It's so specialized that I know Katelyn Rose had to have crafted it, even though it was “Ms Smith” who handed it to me.

"Whoever is inside knows how to shield it." They reached the top of the debris pile. The cargo bay doors were jammed open, revealing a cavernous, dark maw. Standing in the center of the opening, backlit by the flickering blue emergency lights inside, was the Sniper. He—or she—was wearing a patchwork suit of hazmat gear and leather armor. A gas mask with a single, glowing blue eye-lens covered their face. The sniper rifle was lowered, but not safetied. It was a kinetic weapon—an old-school slug thrower, not an Admin energy rifle. Illegal. Untraceable.

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.