The Gunroom Novels & Stories

"Too bad you'll be dead soon." I made my way to Agency after and went to the weapons room. The weapons room was a large room covered floor to ceiling in all the weapons and accessories you could imagine. I swiped my Agency keycard and grabbed a gun, shoving it into my bag. Once I was done I turned round and walked out. I had the gun so now I could kill the son of a bitch. I stopped in my tracks as I exited the weapons room and my eyes landed on Kent and Hunter.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

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.

“What the hell… is this the part where you lock me up in a secret room?” He side eyes me and snickers at my incredulous question. “Do I look the part for those kinds of things?” he smirks. I chuckle. “I’m sorry but yes, you give off those vibes.” He gave an amused smile. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as we walked into the tiny room, there were rows and rows of ammunitions on the walls of the room. “No one knows about this room but me and now you.” he states as he goes through the drawers filled with so many bullets of different shapes.

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.

before today. The door shuts behind me, a moment later, it opens and closes again. "What are you doing?” “I thought it was high time I learned to use this,” I say without looking at him. “Please tell me that thing isn’t loaded?” “Can’t tell you that” I look around the room, at the far side is the space for shooting, there's a glass case with guns lining the walls, and a table beside it are some magazines. I'm standing on blue mats spread across the floor in front of me is another case of weapons, housing knives, I head to the gun part there are targets positioned around the room, a few are a few feet and in a line on one side, and some others positioned at random.

she said referring to herself and Lena which caused the room to chuckle a bit. _______ The private shooting range stretched across acres of open green and glass. The Hale estate’s personal range wasn’t some local gun club; it was a high-end retreat for men who didn’t just shoot for sport. The walls of the enclosed portion gleamed silver, lined with an assortment of firearms, each displayed like a trophy. A glass wall opened to the mountains in the distance, sunlight spilling across the polished floor.

Dumbbells of different sizes are lined next to a metal bench. Katana of different lengths rested on a rack with two hooks. He opened another door, revealing an adjoining room for aiming practices. There are lots of slots for trainees to practice their aims, with a corner reserved as a mini arsenal where the guns and ammunition to be used for the practice are kept. "Here you are" Mark announced as I nod in satisfaction. "Exactly what I want" I replied.

Will paused in front of a heavy door before opening it with a sudden click. Inside, the room was vast and organized with meticulous precision. Gun racks lined the walls, each firearm gleaming under the sunlight. Shelves held knives, ammunition, and tactical equipment. It was unmistakably a private armory. Aurora’s face betrayed nothing, but as her eyes roamed around the room, they glimmered with pure excitement. Her lips parted slightly, though no sound escaped.

Secret agents with guards, where are you? We all have one room. The rooms are not that big, but they still, it is luxurious. This is indeed the training house because there are many rooms. I think it can cater to fifty guests. All girls were roomed in the same area, while the boys were roomed in the opposite area. We are only three girls so our hall will not be too noisy. Unlike them, if they are going to be noisy, they will be noisy. I immediately dressed in a black tank top and fatigue pants. I brought my caliber .50 AE Desert Eagle handgun, but it's in safe mode because it's too dangerous.