Trigger Time Gun And Pawn Novels & Stories

~TIANA'S [POV]~ I thought perhaps it was the gift box in his hands causing the delay, so I said, "Why don't you put that down." "You still haven't done what I asked." His voice was cold and flat, nothing like the warmth his smile had suggested earlier. "Your time is up, Tiana." I stood there confused, trying to understand what was happening, until he opened the gift box and lifted out a machine gun. He raised it toward the guests and opened fire without warning, shooting without pause until every last person in that church was dead, blood painting everything a d everywhere.

The mechanical arm had shifted, the plating sliding back to reveal the barrel of a built-in pulse cannon, aimed directly at my chest. "The kind of house cleaning that pays off your debts," Vinnie said. My blood turned to ice. "Vinnie, put it down." "Can't do that. Silas was very specific about the 'White Wolf' being delivered in one piece." The ship suddenly shuddered. A massive, high-frequency dampening pulse hit the hull, an Aegis-standard lockdown. We weren't jumping. We were being pinned to the ground. From the comms hub, Gideon stepped out. He wasn't wearing his usual cocky grin. He looked tired. He was holding a remote, his thumb hovering over a trigger.

Twisting over, I deliver a flurry of kicks to his face until he loses his grip. I crawl with everything I have, reaching the heavy orange nail gun just as he flips me onto my back. I seize the trigger, but there is no click, no release. He laughs—a deep, resonant sound that vibrates in the air, making my stomach turn. "Really, Cain?" Dropping to his knees, he straddles my hips and pins my bound arms above my head. I hear the heavy tool clank against the tile as his hands return to my throat. "You think a toy is going to save you?"

"Do not get used to it. Kent looked up from the vest. "It is real," he said. He had opened the panel, and his hands were already moving through the wiring with the methodical speed of someone who’d done this before, and was doing it right. "Dead man switch is inactive. He was required to keep the trigger depressed for it to explode. Give me forty seconds." He had it disarmed in thirty.

Sheldon smirked, then toyed with the gun in his hand and asked nonchalantly, "Well, here's what goes—I caught a robber just this very afternoon right here on Antique Market, and I found this toy gun that he was using to scare everyone. Do you see?" As he said this, he pulled the safety on the gun. All it would take was one slip of his finger to fire the gun! The storekeeper was shaking like a leaf. He stared, pale-faced, at the gun in Sheldon's hands. Realization dawned on him. Sheldon was going to kill Liam! The storekeeper knew he had no other choice—he had to ignore his conscience and lie through his teeth if he wanted to live! "Yes, of course! This is just a toy gun, Officer Garrett! I'm

Ashr practically purred, handling the golden color hand gun with the huge attached crystal. "The gun is a proton splitter and the whip is just as deadly," Seth said, lowering his head and presenting the whip to me. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and parts of the whip wrapped up my forearm and attached to my nerve endings making the whip an extension of my arm. I jerked my upper arm and the whip crackled with energy. Seth told me to be careful about flicking it because it can cut through anything but not the ship itself. I lifted my finger and dug out several dice.

A barrel, slide with forward sight, rear sight and ejection port, grip with a magazine well, take down level, magazine release button, trigger guard, tang, the magazine with a magazine spring, and bullets… …constructing complete! Once more, I pulled the trigger— BANG! With a slight recoil, a bullet fired from the gun barrel. As it hits the wall, it disappeared. “D-Did you just imagined a pistol…?” Persia asks from the intercom. “Eh? Aren’t I supposed to fight with guns…?” I asked. “Ah, no. That’s not it. Now, are you ready?” Persia brushed it off somehow. “Wait…!” I shouted.

She spent the evening thinking about the automatic release. Any sufficiently careful person who had built a weapon they intended to use would also build a failsafe. The failsafe would be designed to activate in conditions where the weapon-holder could not manually trigger it—capture, death, incapacitation. This prevented the weapon's value from being nullified by removing the person who controlled it. The specific mechanism of an automatic release for the poisoning would need to be something independent of Lena's actions. A timer, most likely. Set to release on a specific date, with the ability to reset the timer if Lena was active and chose to extend the deadline.

"Just let me hear it one more time, okay?" "I pull the fake tooth then activate the tracker inside it by pressing the tick tack thing. I will know that it's working when it glow red, when I make sure that it's working...I'll count exactly five minutes then I have to destroy it...to make sure that no one could track my signal other than you guys. Happy now salesman?" I gave him a smile then jumped down the car. "Good luck!" he shouted to my retreating back. I was dropped three blocks away from the club so I walked to my destination

Inside the box lay thick stacks of hundred-dollar bills, a gold watch, and a heavy, matte-black semi-automatic pistol. It was a Glock, compact but deadly, the metal cold and heavy against my fingers as I lifted it out of the box. I had never held a gun in my life. The sheer weight of it made my wrists wobble, but the moment my fingers wrapped around the textured grip, a sudden, cold sense of clarity settled over my mind. This wasn't just a weapon; it was my ticket out of the cage.