Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

They were aiming to kill. Dante slammed his foot down on the accelerator and rammed the SUV ahead of him, the impact sending it skidding sideways. He rolled his window down just enough to return fire after he had gotten his gun from where he hid it, his movements were direct and practiced. One of the shooters dropped immediately, but the others adjusted without panic, spreading out and continuing to fire as if this were routine.

POV: Gunner Gunner Jäger stalked his way down the long corridor alone with heavy, choppy strides, the sharp blades of his skates cleaving deep, clean cuts into the padded rubber matting that lined the hallway floor. The few people he had passed moments ago had scampered toward the wall, giving the seriously agitated man room to get by without him accidentally knocking them into the concrete or spearing them with his stick. Nobody wanted to be the one to set him off. You could see it in the way they moved, fast and sideways, like small animals clearing a path for something larger and meaner and completely indifferent to their existence.

The man that shot Galland can only hope that he does not make it out of here alive, for I am coming for you whether you are alive or not. But revenge comes later; there is a reason why I brought this big beauty out here, my mean ass fucking tank gun. Ya…it provides accuracy, range, penetration, and rapid fire in one package. And I am about to find my happy self behind it. This time there is absolutely no time for elegance; I slowly stick my head through with sturdy feet; I position half of my body and plant my ass down. I send the second and the third Stryker further down the road. We are finishing this now; there is not coming back. Once in position, waiting on my command,

His jaw clenched. “Yes.” “Then move.” Silence. One second. Two— Then Adrian nodded sharply. “On my mark.” He shifted his grip on the gun. Eyes locked on the doorway. Breath steady. Controlled. “Three…” Footsteps approached. Closer. “Two…” A shadow passed the doorway. “One.” They moved. ⸻ Adrian went first. Fast. Precise. He stepped into the open and fired. Two shots. Clean. Accurate. A body dropped.

So long as it wasn't aimed at him. From behind the wide boughs of the evergreen, Stu's shooter stepped out. They raised their rifle. Not in Stu's direction, which could only mean ? Pouring every ounce of adrenaline and strength he owned into the muscles of his legs, Stu bunched and leapt.

I replied. “Work? What is it that you do?” He asked me. I saw a sly smile form on my lips before I answered. “I’m a big game Hunter.” I said. And I watched as Damien's eyes widened. He had no idea what I would answer this question with, but I assume it surprised him that I didn't make something up.

I said, because habit is faster than thought. “Left,” he echoed, and the first line peeled, one man dropping to a knee while the second floated his sight like a violin bow. The alcove sneezed fire—three rounds wild, two disciplined. Our reply was not debateble. The shooter folded backward into the shadow he came from and took his secrets with him. One of Elky’s soldiers stepped in, checked the pulse he knew wasn’t there, and kept moving. Loyalty looks like that: no speeches, just width between the feet.

Victor’s jaw tightened as he approached the room. The door was slightly open. Peering inside, he saw a figure cover in black, their face hidden by a mask. The intruder was focused on searching Victor’s desk, their movements hurried. Victor didn’t hesitate. With one swift motion, he kicked the door open, his gun trained on the intruder. “Step away. Now,” he commanded, his voice like ice. The figure froze, raising their hands slowly. “No need to get violent,” the intruder said, their voice muffled by the mask.

He screamed to the empty warehouse. Without thinking, he reached for the gun resting on the metal table beside him. He cocked it in one smooth motion. The sound cut through the silence. The first shot rang out loud. The bullet slammed into the far wall, the impact echoing sharply through the warehouse. Liam didn’t flinch. “I, Liam Ryder, will make you regret ever taking what belongs to me, Adrian. He released another shot. And another. Each one louder than the last. “Damn it!” He groaned.

Asher's heart skipped a beat as he heard the ominous click of the trigger. But instead of firing a fatal shot, the trafficker's aim shifted, and he shot Asher in the leg. The bullet tore through his flesh, breaking bones as it entered and exited the other side. Asher's anguished howl echoed through the trees as his world narrowed to a single, searing point of pain.