Top Gun Novels & Stories

“You will stab the katana with your combined powers into the ghost’s chest.” The hunters looked at each other and, even hesitantly, they followed what Tyler said. Raven immediately released electricity from her Katana and Damon approached Raven to release fire from Raven’s Katana. Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it.

Old Ghost of Mount Tong quickly fled to the left, but he did not escape to the wooden house, because Zhou Tian was blocked. Seeing this, Zhou Tian quickly chased after him, but he was also on guard against the gunmen in the dark. Bang bang... There were two more shots, but the gunman's marksmanship was very bad, and it didn't hit Zhou Tian. Zhou Tian had heard it clearly. The gunman was lying in ambush in the direction where Old Ghost of Mount Tong was running away. Moreover, this was a double-barreled hunting gun. Its accuracy was not high, and there was no accuracy point when it was far away.

General Malta ask. “Yes, General,” he answered as the general sit beside him. Therens covered the sheath with his shirt and continue watching the two who was fish hunting this time. “Oh, this rock was hot,” General Malta uttered adjusting his butt. “You don’t want to swim anymore?” the general ask. Therens shook his head. “The water is getting hot, besides I want to nap but I can’t,” Therens answered without him looking at this father’s eyes. “It’s been a long journey and I’ve never been here in this deepest part of Aldon’s forest.”

“We are almost there.” Their guide said with a thick accent. Few minutes later, they were at the top of one of the numerous hills in the afghan mountains. Below them was a poppy farm with six simple huts built on a straight row. Oscar immediately started setting up the radio to communicate with their superior officer back at the base while she set up her M40 sniper rifle. Their guide sat on a rock and watched them quietly as she and Oscar hurriedly prepped for their mission. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Then the screen was filled with a huge picture of the last game of the championship series, the shot taken as Matt scored the winning goal. "Before I give you the latest on the Spurs," the sports reporter said, "I have a hot tip for you. Matt Vorchak, premier defenseman for the Cajun Rage and a San Antonio native, is in town. He'll be here at five o'clock with The Cup, the trophy the team received for winning the league championship. It's customary for each team member to have The Cup for one twenty-four hour period. They each have something special planned and we understand Matt's plan is really special. Tune in at five to see Matt and The Cup and hear all about some exciting plans in his p

My curiosity sharpened instantly. I glanced between the two, waiting. When I made to stand, Lucas subtly raised a hand, and I froze mid-motion, perched at the edge of my seat. His eyes scanned the screen. Slowly, deliberately. Then his jaw clenched. The anger rose in him like a controlled detonation, silent but unmistakable. “What happened?” I asked, the suspense scraping at my nerves. The quiet was unbearable, too long, too heavy. “It’s Gordon,” Lucas said finally. “He shot his shot.”

Dane probably can't see me either. "And to think that you even survived through the program," I retort back. He growls, but he doesn't shoot me, instead opting to bury the barrel deeper in my back. "I'm telling you now if you don't want to end up dead, you and your little band of misfits better leave Lonewood by the time school starts," says Cyrpus. "Is that a threat?" asks Ves. Whoever is pointing at her with the gun lightly shoves her. "I'm telling you now," I say as I point my Ruger that I managed to slip into my hand backward, "that if you intend to do anything to me or my crew, you will end up dead. Or worse, I'll have you locked up in some psychiatric ward."

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

I said, my voice quivering with the weight of my unspoken pain. She lit a new cigarette, the smoke curling around her fingers as she inhaled deeply. "Your father would've never let me take you," she said, her voice now lower, tinged with regret. "You were his prized possession. The perfect son who would become the world's famous kickboxer, and was he right."