Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.

I don't see a refugee. I see a target who shoots back.

Aurelio brought out his gun and shot down the bearded man before he could move. Aurelio's strength is his speed and he's a sharp shooter.. He never miss his target. Saint was see on the upper floor with his sniper, gunning them down one after the other in the dark. "Bunch of nothing!!" Cheetah grabbed one and landed a heavy punch on his face before shooting his forehead. One was about to shoot her from behind but Flame shot down the man immediately. They both glared at each other before Flame went her way. "B*tch!" Cheetah sneered.

× Dixie × A gunman spots us, his eyes narrowing as he raises his rifle. Trix moves faster than I can blink, grabbing the guy’s arm and twisting it until I hear a sickening crack. Satisfying. The gun falls to the ground, and Trix kicks it away before slamming the guy into the dirt. I don’t have time to be impressed, because another gunman is already running toward us. “Behind you!” I shout. Trix turns just in time to dodge a swing from the guy’s rifle. He grabs the weapon, yanking it out of the man’s hands before delivering a swift punch to his jaw.

"They found our boot prints in the mud." One of the Stalkers stopped. He knelt, examining the ground. He looked up, straight at the bush where Ben was hiding. The Stalker raised his rifle. "Ambush!" Jack roared. He exploded from cover. He didn't use his gun. Gunshots attracted more attention. He used speed. He closed the distance in two seconds. The Stalker fired. The bullet went wide as Jack slid on the wet leaves, sweeping the man's legs. The Stalker fell. Jack was on him, knife at the throat.

I don't slow down, I don't stop, I move straight through it, stepping over broken glass, ignoring the way bullets cut through the air too close, because none of it matters. Only him. A man comes at me from the side, fast but sloppy, adrenaline making him reckless. I don't think, I don't hesitate, I just react, grabbing his wrist, twisting hard until I feel something snap under my grip, his gun dripping before I put a bullet in him at close range. I keep moving.

Just stand in this position"He whispers in my ear He makes me stand straight my legs slightly parting my hands both holding the gun strongly, one finger on the target "See... just like that"Adrian runs his hand along my stomach to my hips and down my thighs leaving a trail of fire wherever he touches "Now Focuse on your target "Adrian says into my ear as I point at the bulls eye "Shoot" And with that I pull the trigger and the bullet goes straight into the bulls eye "I did it!"I shout turning around and tackling Adrian he didn't expect it and lost his balance falling with me following on top of him I laugh as I straddle him seating on top of his abdomin

"Athena…" "Do you want to hear what I found out or not?!" I snapped, losing my patience. He was starting to fret like I was a weak little girl again, and I absolutely hated when he did that. Because contrary to whatever he thought, it did make me feel weak, I did not enjoy feeling weak. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Okay, what did you find?" "Thank you," I replied. "The shooter is a man, young, white."

Archer said "We're death after this for sneaking out" Morris said "They're talking now.. Nate and Amelio" Aiden said "Who's the shooter for today?" I asked "Joan!" Axel was mad "You can't hold me brother" I answered "Where are you?" Joel asked in the same tone "Who's the shooter today?" I asked. In this situation we always prepare a shooter. Shooters always hide someone in the building and already stand by to shoot with the longest gun.

Last night, they were lucky since Max was clever, not to let him waste his energy, considering he had five stitches and just discharged from the hospital. But as a sharpshooter, he managed to scare them. Aiming like he pointed the gun to the head of the skinny one in the third chair whom he thought was the coward one. When he fired the gun, knowing the bullet would only scratch the tip of his ear, he tried to prove that they were lying. “Mercenary, huh?” Was what he sneered at them. A mercenary was not afraid of bullet, and the four thugs were in a shock state after the fire, solid evidence that they had no survival instinct in war.