What Does Armed Mean On Blink Novels & Stories

They were the words of a fighter. The General stopped. She looked at June with interest. "There it is. The Benson fire. You are learning, 03.. You are outnumbered." The soldiers stepped closer. The blue light in their eyes grew brighter. It pulsed with the Generals breathing. June felt a sharp pain in her left arm. The purple vein began to throb. It was not just energy; it was a warning. She looked at Hope. The silver girl was shaking. Her skin was turning into a silver puddle at Junes feet.

They pointed their guns at us and I heard someone ordered them to hold their fire. I couldn't see clearly due to the number of flashlights pointed directly to our faces. I narrowed my eyes and saw two of the armed men clearly. They kit up in black with helmets that has a night vision g****e attached to it making them look more like the SWAT team. One of them came forward and took his helmet off. He's in his early forties and I think he's the one that gave the order earlier. They looked like the military and I wondered who they were.

He does not believe me one bit. Suddenly, Blake pulls me into a bear hug and whispers, “I don’t know what you did in the truck but if your opponents come at you, fight them. Use whatever trick you have up your sleeve. Give them all you’ve got. Your mom is waiting for you. You have to make it out alive. You hear me?” The metallic door unlocks and in walks two heavily armed guards with guns in their hands. Blake lets go of me and steps in front, shielding me from the guards who stand in the doorway.

Sook-Ja leans against Jung-Ho as they watch a group of kids roller skate. "Isn't that scary." She remarks as the kids start screaming in delight. "It is kinda scary." Jung-Ho admits, glancing at her briefly and smirks. "I will protect you." He whispers into her ear. Sook-Ja giggles and shakes her head. "I am not scared." She says,. "Then prove it." He challenges.

If there existed a solitary spot capable of concealing Lily, a secret oasis tucked away from prying eyes, it would undoubtedly be nestled within this expansive territory they were about to traverse. His attire was not just a veneer; it was a statement of preparedness. With a pair of binoculars slung strategically over his chest and a camera nestled at his side, Blake was armed with tools to capture the minutest details of his surroundings. A backpack, worn snugly on his shoulders, held essential supplies, a silent testament to his readiness for whatever lay ahead.

We’ll be prey to overtake. I glance down at myself, making sure everything is in place. I planned my outfit for this exact reason, I remind myself, straightening out the oversized blazer, the lace bralette beneath it offering enough movement to access my weapons beneath the jacket. My hands itch to run over the blade strapped to my waist, to take comfort in the familiar carved steel, but I can’t since we’re undoubtedly being watched right now. The only reason a place like this wouldn’t have guards out front is because they have enough security to see every square inch. A scan of the building tops reveals numerous cameras capturing every angle. One wrong move and I’m sure guards will emerge o

I murmur under my breath. It's not up to five minutes when a red dot begins blinking rapidly. Ares gets more desperate, his fingers moving even faster on the keyboard than they did before. They move so fast that I'm starting to believe his tips might bleed. Ares suddenly stops, standing abruptly, his eyes trained on the massive display screen. The singular act gets my attention, causing me to shift my weight from one foot to another. "The bracelet is transmitting signal. The tracker has been turned on." Ares announces. I almost heave out a sigh of relief when it dawns on me, the tone at which that announcement was made.

"Flora, this is not funny—" "I know it is not funny. But what choice do we have? He has bombs. He has hostages. He has nothing to lose." I checked the gun Arnold had given me. Small. Easy to conceal. "I am done running. If Richard wants me, he gets me. But this time, I am armed." "That gun has eight bullets. Richard could have twenty men—" "Then I make eight of them count." Arnold climbed into the van. "Thermal imaging shows three heat signatures at the location. Richard plus two others. Manageable."

He checked the magazine of his sidearm, the cold metallic click ringing clearly in the quiet cabin. "You stay in the vehicle, Lila," Adrian said, turning to face her. His hand reached out, cupping her face, his eyes searching hers with a fierce, possessive terror. "The glass is B7 armored. Nothing gets through it. You stay here, locked in, until I bring Aiden out." Lila reached up, her hand locking around his wrist, her silver eyes burning with an unyielding intensity that matched his own. "No." Adrian’s brow furrowed, a low growl rising in his throat. "Lila.."