Trigger Time Gun And Pawn Novels & Stories

All alone, for as long as I could remember. Considering everything that had happened, I suppose what came next was inevitable. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my face. Glanced up and saw them, arranged in orderly piles on shelves under the sales counter. Hand guns. Pistols. Old revolvers and a few shotguns. I didn’t know what kind of pawn shop sells used guns. Didn’t know if it was legal, or if they had to do background checks or anything, or if they needed a license to sell them. But I was getting the idea by then, you understand, that no license existed for what Handy’s sold, and there they were. Hand guns, pistols, revolvers, shot guns and some rifles, all stacked neatly. And of course, sitt

Causing carnage was my thing. Lucio aimed at the wall to test out the silver handgun, but it didn't budge. "Why isn't this thing working?" Max took the silver handgun from Lucio's hand and aimed it at the wall. As Max pulled the trigger, a deafening explosion reverberated through the room, immediately followed by a forceful impact. The gun had malfunctioned, propelling Max backward and causing him to collide with a nearby table. The room fell silent in stunned disbelief as the unexpected incident unfolded.

"Explain” Miranda immediately felt like she had been caught red-handed cheating on a test by the teacher. Her face paled and she fiddled with her fingers. With great effort, she put on the carefree expression and spoke, "Hehe. it's just a fake! It's a toy gun that I bought to play around with it” "Is that so? Does a toy gun need a silencer?” Isaiah cast her a sideways glance and picked up the gun. He pointed it directly at a palm-sized, white jade flower vase in the corner and pulled the trigger.

“Watch the fireworks from a very long way away. And then… maybe get a cat. Something that doesn't lie or launder money.” And with that, she was gone, leaving them alone in the humming heart of the beast. Sabe knelt, inserted the drive. A progress bar flashed on the console’s main screen: PACKET RECEIVED. SLEEPING. It was in. The trap was set. They had ninety seconds. The ghosts on the canvases above were counting down. The final act was upon them, and the gallery’s beautiful, lying front was about to become the epicenter of a truth that would shake the world.

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.

As per usual, Morrigan wakes to her internal alarm clock in the morning, the clock on her nightstand reading 4:00AM. Listening, she hears her brother and uncle asleep in their beds upstairs. Quietly, she changes into a sports bra and spandex shorts, slips her tennis shoes on, and sneaks up the stairs. She keeps to the sides of the steps and avoids the ones that she knows creak. At the top of the steps, she listens again, ensuring that Oskar and Ander are still asleep when she opens the door to the basement. From there, it’s easy to slip out the front door.

Officer Elijah looked at his palms. For twenty minutes he held the gun. He put bullets into it, made for the prison in the cover of the night. With his palms, he disconnected the circuit board housing the power that covered Level 4 to alarm and disorient the prison guards and to give him 15 minutes extra to pull the trigger.

"If you had, you’d know that the drive is a Trojan. My sister is currently wiping your master server from a flat in London." Arthur’s eyes narrowed. For the first time, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. He reached for his comms, but before he could speak, the locket around my neck—the one Lucian had given me—began to glow blue. The high-frequency pulse. I slammed my thumb into the center of the locket. A silent wave of electromagnetic energy exploded outward. The lights in the basement shattered. Arthur’s submachine gun, which utilized an electronic firing pin, jammed instantly. His comms died with a burst of static.

He narrowed his eyes at me when he couldn’t predict my actions. The gun made a click sound as I flicked it open and put one more bullet inside. “What are you doing?” Igor frowned. I rolled it once and snapped it shut before looking straight into his eyes. “Improving the odds.” I placed the gun to my temple and pulled the trigger immediately. Igor’s men flinched when I pulled the trigger without warning. Click. Nothing… but I didn’t stop there. Again. Click. And still nothing. I pulled it for the third time and Igor’s smile faded.

He held his index and middle finger to his temples, his thumb pointing up before he lodged it down, mimicking the action of a gun’s trigger getting pulled. "Boom," he said, copying the sound. "Dead by sunrise."