The Gunroom Mga Nobela at Kwento

A woman appeared from another hallway moments later, lean and dangerous looking in tactical gear, and she acknowledged Cassien the same way, her gaze lingering on me a beat longer before she disappeared around the corner. The base was quieter than I expected, fewer people moving through the halls, and I was grateful for it. We finally stopped in front of a set of double doors, and Cassien pushed them open to reveal the training room. My breath caught as I took it in, the sheer size of the space making my eyes widen. It was huge and wide, with high ceilings that made the room feel even more open. The floors were padded in sections, dark mats that would cushion falls, and the walls were lined

Ember nodded and went back to eating her food. I turned the light on to the back room and moved out the way. Ember walked in and her eyes widened when she saw all the guns and ammunition her mom and I had stored in there. We had everything in there from pistols to AK-47s. We even had a bunch of crossbows in the room with lots of arrows ready to be used. Ember walked over to the gate that the weapons were locked away behind. “What do you guys do, exactly?” She asked us. “We’re hunters.” I told her, honestly.

And Justin looked around to make sure no one was near us. “We don’t use this shooting gallery. We use the one on the other side of the base. It’s indoors and only we have clearance in that building. There are targets of what we hunt and our bullets and the special ones that we use.” He said, trying to talk in code instead of saying silver bullets and targets of werewolves. It sounded ridiculous when he used it like that, but I guess that’s what made him feel better, I couldn’t argue with it. When we got to a building Justin typed in the code to the front door and we went inside and started walking down three flights of stairs.

A door, thick, dark wood, stood slightly ajar down the hall to our right. Haller kept walking, but I slowed just enough to peek. Behind it, in the dim lighting, I glimpsed metal racks. Gunmetal gray cabinets. A wall lined with sleek black weapons—rifles, handguns, shelves of ammo. Tactical gear hung like uniforms, ready to be grabbed at a moment’s notice. My breath caught in my throat. Was that... an armory? I took one step closer, just enough to see more—

That would be extremely embarrassing. “Where are we going to do this at?” I asked him as we left the house with our hounds in tow. “There’s a large testing room in our Weapons Division building where all of the weapons are tested out to ensure that they work properly. It has reinforced concrete and heat absorbers. That way we don’t have to worry about accidentally catching the forest on fire. We wouldn’t want to destroy those trees that you loved to be fucked up against.”

He shortens his pace only when he notices I’m still behind him, still silent, still struggling. “You’re quiet,” he says without looking back. “That’s unlike you.” “What do you want me to say?” I manage, my voice small but steady enough to sound like mine. He doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t. We reach another room—a massive door he opens effortlessly. I blink at the sight inside. A shooting range. The entire room smells of metal and gunpowder. Weapons line the walls like trophies—pistols, rifles, snipers, models I’ve only seen in movies. The dummy at the far end is riddled with bullet holes, the walls marked with years of practice.

Earth is outdated I guess, what about AWN". Klaus asked. "No such thing here boss". Abruzzi said. Gwen and Jai Mi picked the Scar Rifle including Abruzzi. "Don't Worry Jai Mi, you won't have to worry about recoil". Nicklaus said as he carried the XM8 rifle. They bounced out and entered into a vehicle before driving off. Nicklaus asked Jai Mi to drive to a warehouse first just across the street. They got down from the vehicle and entered all holding their guns. In the building were about thirty gunmen who were arranging some Crates.

Since I had no idea how to use half of the functions, I chose the simplest. Afterward, we went to the armory, a thirty-by-thirty-foot room with guns hanging on the walls. Large boxes sat around its perimeter, each filled with ammunition. There were shields, sword racks, and a stand that held more daggers than I could count. A table took up the middle of the space where people could sit and load up their weapons. As we headed toward the door, he cleared his throat. “I occasionally correspond with your sister. Would you like me to reconnect you?”

I went back down the hallway, past Leo’s room, and entered the small armory room at the very back of the safe house. The room was cold and smelled like gun oil and metal. Long wooden tables stood in the center, covered in black tactical gear and heavy weaponry. This was for the raid. This was for the hospital. I walked over to the table and picked up my primary rifle. It felt heavy and solid in my hands. I sat down on a stool, pulled a clean cloth from a box, and began to wipe down the barrel. I moved slowly, checking the slide, checking the sight, making sure every moving part was perfectly oiled and ready to go.

The atmosphere became charged with an air of secrecy, and the dull hum of assembling gadgets mixed with the occasional metallic click of weaponry being readied. Assault rifles, ranging from sleek AR-15s to rugged AK-47s, were carefully laid out alongside specialized equipment. The scarred man's group was a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role and executing their tasks efficiently. The room had transformed from a luxurious hotel suite into a temporary command centre for a mission known only to them.