The Gunroom Novels & Stories

"I think this isn't over and I think you need to stop being a person who reacts and start being a person who's ready." She looked at the guns one more time. "Okay," she said. "Show me." The room at the end of the hallway she'd been through was small and purpose built. It had soundproofed walls and targets at the far end. Boxes of ammunition lined up on a shelf with the kind of organization that meant someone came in here regularly. Mikhail handed her ear protection and put his own on. He picked up one of the guns and checked it the way she'd watched him dozens of times now. He loaded it and held it out to her grip first.

I followed him sometime later and went directly inside the back room and claimed my seat at the head part of the rectangular table. Floored with rich velvet carpet and walled with ebony wood, this room was all man. A full shelf of firearms was on one side and another shelf full of blades and explosives was on the other. This was merely for display to decorate the room. For our nightly missions, the third basement floor of this nightclub served as the stockroom of these firearms.

"We need to address this threat head-on. Gather what you need, get dressed and meet me in the weapon room." The weapon room, my sanctuary of power and death , awaited us on the lower level of the mansion on the same floor as the dungeon. Its walls are adorned with an array of deadly instruments, gleaming in the dim light. As we enter, the scent of oiled metal and polished wood filled the air, mingling with the anticipation that crackled between us.

But as Vanya and Kenny checked the display racks, their faces fell. "It's empty," Kenny whispered, holding up a broken hunting bow. "The main racks have been stripped clean." "The heavy artillery isn't kept on the floor," Denzel said, shining a small penlight toward the back of the room. "There." Behind the main counter was a reinforced steel cage room. Inside, illuminated faintly by the moonlight filtering through a high window, were rows of high-caliber hunting rifles, pump-action shotguns, and heavy metal ammunition boxes. Atlas rushed to the cage, gripping the steel mesh and shaking it violently. It didn't budge. A heavy, industrial padlock secured the sliding door.

I loved the attention he gave me, and I loved it even more that he seemed to integrate me into every single part of his life. I pushed away the thoughts of me acting like a lovesick teenager and opened the door. What I saw shocked me. It was a room full of more ammunition than I had ever seen in my lifetime. There were weapons and knives of all sizes. There were numerous bullets of all shapes and sizes arranged very well, as well as bulletproof vests. Machetes were hanging on the walls, and even sticks that I assumed were for fighting. It was clearly a panic room of sorts where someone could defend themselves.

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.

< 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.

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

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.