The Gunroom Novels & Stories

< Nah bro, not tonight > Emmett sent a mock sticker before pocketing his phone. [ The Shooting Range ] The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the sound of muffled gunfire echoed off the walls. The shooting range was painted in matte black and gold, fluorescent lights flickered above, seperated by bulletproof partitions. In the middle of the building, there were several human-shaped targets hung motionless, some riddled with holes others not destroyed yet. The shooter fired another bullet destroying another target completely. He had earplugs and tactical goggles on as he kept on firing targets.

Archer crouched down behind a crate as two more entered the room, shouting and firing through the clouds of dust. Blake threw a grenade, landing it directly by their enemy’s feet with ultimate precision. In seconds the men had all but evaporated. Their parts spread across the room in a disorganised fashion. Two of Archer’s team barrelled in behind him, as they stalked to the next room. Rounds ricocheted around them as the smoke engulfed them, running for cover behind crates and metal containers as the gunfire danced above their heads. “Blake on your left!” Archer commanded. Blake obeyed, lining his sights on three men entering from another door.

Her short red gown shone brightly in the middle of the room, the dress exposed her cleavage and thighs, it was a sight that you couldn't take your eyes off . She heard the blaring honk of a car ' My ride is here' Glancing at the mirror one last time before she left the room and couldn't help herself when she stopped for a moment to admire her face. Her beauty was infact radiating round the room with a lot of sparkles attached to the radiation. 'Good day ma'am' the bolt driver said once he saw Karen approach the car 'Evening' Karen replied with a radiating smile 'You look really stunning' The bolt driver couldn't resist himself from complimenting her look

He calmly flicked the select-fire switch on his weapon to “full automatic.” The door gave way with a loud screech. Metal and the stacked contents of the storage facility flew in all directions. Blue and grey undead swarmed into the space. Zombie infantry men opened up with Springfields and Whitworths. A couple of enterprising young ghouls busied themselves setting up a Gatling gun. Game on, thought Roo again as he and Fernández opened up on the invaders at the exact same time. J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo.

The gunshots in the room echoed across the hallways and the main clubhouse, snatching the attention of several other gangsters across the building. They made their ways to the mayhem room with various weapons to their hands, ready to maim the enemies. Blood spilled in the room as Paolo returned their shots as much as they're giving. Bullets flew around, and he's trying to cover himself from getting hit at the same time. Marina, Nelson and Niccolo came bursting in through the door, and a more bloody showdown happened.

Gun in hand he stalked toward it to peek outside. Mikial was on his feet with one hand around Pepper and the other around Raven urging them for the back rooms. It took a moment for Sazon to call out, “All clear.” Mikial holstered his weapon as he led the women back out to the living room. When they got there, they saw Roman and one of Yuri’s security guards had joined them. “What’s going on?” Mikial asked the other men. “We’ve identified the shooter from the gallery yesterday,” Roman explained.

The weapon came up smooth, natural, and she put two rounds center mass before the attacker could fire. The man dropped. Silence. Both brothers stared at her. At the gun in her hands. At the way she stood, balanced, ready, the stance of someone who'd done this before. Many times before. "Anya..." Alexei's voice was strange. Careful. She shoved the gun back at Nikolai. "Safe room. Now. Before more come." They didn't argue. The safe room was hidden behind a false wall in what looked like a supply closet. Steel door, biometric lock, the kind of setup that cost more than most houses. Alexei's palm on the scanner, retinal scan, then a keypad code she memorized without thinking. Old habits.

More guards emerge from the shadows, and the hallway erupts into chaos. I fired shot after shot, the sound of the gunfire reverberating through the hallway. The sensible ones take cover, but I am too relentless, so they drop dead with the slightest error, my aim ever correct. I have to get to the safe room, no matter what. I turn a corner and see the door that leads to the safe room in front of me. It is heavily reinforced, and very clear that I will have to use force to get through it. Without hesitation, I change the mag and fire at the door, the bullets ricocheting off the metal. But I don't stop. I keep firing, and the door begins to buckle.

He muttered, and without waiting for any response, he yanked his coat off the rack. They all followed without hesitation. This was targeted. This was about him. And there would be consequences. __________ Johny's Penthouse—Weapons Room The underground armory was lined with weapons—Glock 19s, tactical knives, assault rifles, and grenades. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and something heavier: anticipation. Johny stood at the center, his movements precise, methodical. A Glock slid into his holster. A tactical knife strapped to his belt. A backup firearm at his ankle.

I was expecting that we will be going up since the executives usually stay on the top floor of the building in most companies. When the elevator door opened, there was a guard stationed near the elevator and there is a glass door beyond the seemingly reception area, or rather, security area. The room is for authorized people only as clearly written on the glass door. The sliding glass door is unlocked using a key card and there are also security cameras around it. As soon as I entered the room, I realized that it was a shooting practice area. There were displays of different types of guns, rifles and other weapons on the shelves—though I wasn't sure if they were real or just a dummy display.