The Gunroom の小説・ストーリー

“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.

My vision tunneled. I sprinted down the corridor and burst into the main clubhouse room. The neon beer signs above the bar had been blown to pieces, raining sparks down onto the leather sofas. The steel front doors were dented inward, holding by a single hinge, while the front windows had completely shattered. Gunner was crouched behind the overturned pool table, blindly firing an assault rifle through the broken glass toward the front gates. Two of my prospects were on the floor, dragging a bleeding brother toward the safety of the kitchen.

Our trip deposited in yet another room I could never access. I was the first one through the door. I almost froze. For starters, the room was around 15 meters wide and 6 meters deep. In the center of the room was an 8x2meter table. On the table where a wide variety of firearms and ammunition. Automatic pistols, revolvers, shotguns and submachine guns plus multiple clips, or speed-loaders for them all.