Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

A Berretta 92. Dad’s service pistol. Brian grinned at John. “You got somethin else in mind?” “Hell yes. An seein as how Conner here’s got such a hard-on for the A-rab, he can help this time, or . . . ” John aimed at him and mimed pulling the trigger. “Blammo. Cause that’s what we do to traitors during wartime. Right, dipshit?” Connor said nothing, just looked away and shivered. ***

He heard his employer say, "The position of his heart is very unique, unlike ordinary people on the left, his is on the right side. You can only hit his heart to completely end him. Remember, one strike must be accurate, never give him a chance to survive." "If he were to come back alive, then all of us would be kicked into hell by him." "You killed him. It wasn't illegal. Even though it was a gamble." The gunman stared intently at Theo. When Theo and Thea arrived at the car, Theo gallantly opened the car door for Thea, and she climbed inside. At this moment, there were no more distractions in the target seen through the scope.

"What about you? Since you've been here you haven't mentioned one guy you might be seeing back home, or even scoped out the merchandise when you're here at the pub." "I seem to have a knack for attracting losers. Not like your situation," she added quickly. "Mine are plain, old-fashioned jerks. I'm on a non-male diet." Sophia's lips widened into a smile, and she inclined her head toward the door. "I'd go off my diet if someone like that was served up to me."

He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt. GANGSTER #1: "Don't even try it!" (He reveals a frail looking young woman; whom obviously was kidnapped from the town, only to place a gun to her head.) "Ya know what this is don't cha?! It's an MK 1144! The newest type of laser pistol. Single shot of this moves faster than light and then it's lights out for her. Now hand over th-" (As he continues talking, a knee is swiftly planted into his face. As Dantzler is heard mumbling, "Sheer Speed!") GANGSTER #2: "B-BOSS!! This bastard! He didn't even let the boss finish spea-" (The Gangster is cut off mid-sentence. Again, Dantzler heard this time yelling, "Sheer Speed," ov

My body reacts instantly. No hesitation. No fear. Just action. I move. Fast. Sharp. Efficient. Not like before. Better. Cleaner. Deadlier. “Threat detected.” I don’t think. I don’t question. I just move. A figure steps into view— armed— searching. I strike first. Low. Precise. Silent. He doesn’t even have time to react. He drops. Unconscious. Or worse. I don’t check. I don’t care.

As they rounded the bend, the sounds of gunfire were heard much clearer. Two shooters came into view, pointing their guns at the three of them. Arrow and Shedrack reacted instinctively. With swift precision, they gunned down the shooters. Fists flew. Kicks landed. The first gunman doubled over, clutching his stomach. Shedrack landed a crushing blow, sending him crashing to the ground. The second gunman charged. Arrow dodged, barely avoiding the bullet that whizzed past inches from his face. He turned and countered with an equally powerful kick, connecting to the man's chest.

I shifted toward the nearest alley. Instinct. Training. Cover. The shooter tracked the movement. Still smiling. Then he stood. Preparing to leave. A blur moved across the rooftop behind him. Fast. Inhumanly fast. The smile vanished from the shooter's face. He looked frightened. The newcomer struck before the man could react. The impact launched him backward. Concrete cracked. The rifle skidded across the roof. I stared upward. My heart stopped. Atreus. For a brief moment, everything seemed frozen.

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.