What Does Armed Mean On Blink Novels & Stories

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

Blake was guilty and didn't know how to explain himself. His words came out stuttering. His mind was busy thinking of ways to clear his name and beg for mercy from his Boss B, never mind Lucien Michaelson; Blake was less worried about him. Blake was more deadly scared of how he would be dealt with concerning Boss B. "I swear, I didn't mean to see what I saw!" Blake eagerly stated, taking a few thermal vision binoculars off his neck. "See these? I quickly confiscated them from our men so they would not see anything of what was going on here," he desperately explained.

Thank God. "Are you okay?" Kene asked taking in my appearance. "I'm fine. " I replied as a shudder passed through me at the thought of what would have happen to me. The security guard got shot in the leg and he was rushed to the hospital. I pray he gets better. "Ma'am, I think you should leave the house for some time." an officer in a black uniform said after taking down my statement. "Okay.... " I replied, rubbing my temples in confusion.

These were only the first four, the drone had sighted at least twelve. “H-6 to your front!” Frank’s warnings comes in just in time, as a squad of armed guards barge into the room in a disturbingly calculated tactical maneuver, clearing corners and their weapons directed at the Arbiters. H-6’s visor gave him the stats before his eyes could even process them; just like the earlier catch, they carried pulse fire SMG’s meant to disintegrate upon impact, perfect for use in areas surrounded with extremely volatile substances, and combat body armor ideal for close quarters.

The robots with them lead them to go down and each of them were given another bracelet, tracker device but there were no further instructions aside from being told to wear those, obviously. “Are they keeping the whole game a secret or something? How do we know what to do?” Andrik said. “Jade was right. We’ve been found out so they’re probably doing this to make sure no one cheats their way to win the game.” Blaize voiced out his thoughts. Hearing Blaize, she remembered the state he was in this morning. “Are you still feeling feverish?” “I’m fine. Except for the pain in my arm.”

"Who brings their bodyguards to install a door for someone else?" Aldor retorted, "Isn't it a more sincere gesture? Instead, you called in armed individuals. To someone unaware, it might seem like an armed conflict was about to unfold." In that moment, the officer noticed the concealed weapons and his expression changed abruptly. The head of security, internally cursing, cleared his throat. He then chuckled dryly, saying, "We're all familiar faces here. What armed brawl are you talking about? We came to assist with the door installation. Worried we might lack tools, we brought some along."

I rolled on the floor but he never stopped. My biggest mistake that day was not returning that lighter, but my biggest mistake that afternoon was moving closer and standing at ‘arm's length’. I was standing at arm's length alright... I was at arm's length but not at belt's length. As I checked later that afternoon, the bruises that belt had given me were ones meant for a criminal, but was I any less?

He yelled at them. “No! Please!” I gasped, struggling. He barked at the Feds. “Fall back or I blow her brains out!” he barked. His arm coiled around my neck like a vice, the gun digging into my scalp. My heart stopped. “Let her go, Mr Blade!” an agent called from behind cover. “We can talk about this. No one has to get hurt.” Several armed men advanced. “Put the weapon down and surrender! You’re surrounded!**”

“No. Not tonight.” “Drop your weapons! Hands where we can see them!” The command cracked through the night like thunder. Floodlights burned against their eyes, and red-blue sirens splashed across the alley walls. Blade cursed under his breath. “Shit, Cruz, they brought the whole damn army.” “Quiet,” Cruz snapped, his gaze locked on the line of armed cops advancing with rifles raised. Nova clutched their daughter tighter. “Cruz—what do we do?” “Stay behind me,” he growled, shifting his body wider to shield them.