Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

Cam gave chase as well as a prosthetic-wearing cop could. In the melee, Colt bent over to pick up the tools and India grabbed the big framing nail gun. As she was trying to avoid stepping on screws scattered like tacks, she tripped over the compressor hose and fell…right into Colt. More specifically, right into Colt’s butt. Upon contact with a solid surface, the nail gun’s triggering mechanism released a three-inch screw. Right through Colt’s Wranglers, penetrating the bottom of his left butt cheek. Colt hadn’t screamed in agony. He’d just dropped to his hands and knees, asking her to put the nail gun on the counter.

"These goods were entrusted to me temporarily by one of my patients. I don't even know what's inside. "As for the recording, it could easily be fabricated audio. "And regarding Summer's death… I haven't touched her." "The person holding a gun to her head… is you, Mr. Thompson." I looked at her coldly. The gun in my hand didn't move an inch. "Still talking tough." "It's not bravado. It's a perfectly logical chain of reasoning." Stella took a step forward. Several tactical officers immediately trained their sights directly between her eyes, but she paid them no attention.

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."

He said desperately, but when he saw Colton’s eyes darkening, he realized who Colton was, and everyone knew that supernatural power didn’t work on cursed hunters. . #TBC

It's a special gun. You'll get it once you learn how to use it. Stay safe, my son. We love you. The gun has my name carved on it. Declan Serano

- "I didn't intend for you to know, but things can get more violent. And if that's the case, you need to be prepared." The redhead's eyes swept the entire length of the room, where only Colton was. He was loading his revolver, pulling the trigger and aiming. Never shooting. Soon after, he removed the ammunition and repeated the process. - "Colton," Spencer called, and got the man's attention. - "Yes, sir." Colton left the gun on a bench and walked closer to the pair at the door. He wore a military uniform, and his toned body filled out the outfit admirably. The agent glanced at Blair, not exactly approving of the redhead's presence, then looked away to the inspector.

How could he forget his boss's schedule for this evening? Taking only five minutes, Andrew finished his shower. He tossed the towel he had used onto the bed and headed towards the walk-in closet. Quickly, he put on his clothes, combed his hair, and sprayed perfume on his body. Andrew didn't forget to grab one of his favorite weapons, a Colt 1911, kept beneath the vanity table. The legendary handheld firearm, created by John Moses Browning, had a double-stacked (zig-zag) ammunition arrangement, with a magazine that could hold up to 14 .45 ACP caliber bullets. This small-sized firearm was a favorite among intelligence agents like Andrew. After ensuring the ammunition was full, Andrew tucked it

"It's still loud, though. Probably, the sound of it alone would make the bad guy go away." "You don't use a gun to scare somebody." Cole's gaze was intense. "When you pull out a gun, you mean business. Slowly, Jenny nodded, and he saw something like fire in her eyes. This is what she needs, he thought. To take back her power. He took the pistol from her and handed her a shotgun. "This is a Mossberg Maverick 88. It's a good all-around shotgun. And while you have to really aim that Glock, this guy lets you just point it in the general direction of your target."

But I’m sure the special security setup will still work because it has its own power source… The slightly overweight banker loaded slugs into his collector 1887 Winchester lever shotgun with shaking and sweaty hands. It was a collector’s item that he had acquired at an auction due to his penchant for purchasing Terminator 2-related collectibles. Of course, he knew it should not be used for shooting a possible assassin that’s out to kill him at that very moment, but what can he do? I know this gun costs a fortune but it’s the only one in my study as of the moment. And my life, literally, depends on it right now!

Craig smiled when he saw her, “look beautiful, you have made me sweat for no reason, but that’s okay since I will be sweating more anyway.” “Take one more step near me Craig, I am going to kill you.” “No you won’t honey,” he smiled and fetched out something from his back. Sasha gasped when she saw the black shiny gun, her heat dropped into her stomach. Never in her life had she imagined herself to be held at gunpoint, “do you know what this is? It’s Colt.45 revolver, one single bullet from this would send you straight to hell. Have you heard about how famous it is?” He chuckled, “do you know the owner? Don’t worry I will tell you, this belongs to one Mr. Michael Joseph Brown, does the name s