What Does Armed Mean On Blink Novels & Stories

I touched his face to faced it to me. "I'm delicious," I said to Lever with a smile. His forehead furrowed so I laughed because Lever was so handsome closer. "Stop," he scolded me seriously. He removed my hold on him. He walked away from me, I walked after him. "What I mean, my recipes are taste yummy," I explained to Lever. He entered the gun storage again, I also noticed that he had a gun in the back of his pants. "Deadly weapons are not allowed in the Arme building," I reminded Lever.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

Alfie cries out. Using my injured arm, I use all of my energy, pull the gun out of my holster, and shoot the assassin coming up on my left. My aim is off, and I only wing him. The weight of my gun on my injured arm is too much, and dots begin to blur my vision.

I screamed, the sound tearing through the quiet of the house. ​Before the echo could even fade, he was there. He moved like a blur of lethal intent, already armed with a sleek, black submachine gun, his eyes instantly locking onto the screen. He didn't ask questions; he didn't waste time. He slammed his palm against the emergency override, and the house groaned as the external blast shutters began to slide into place over the glass walls.

"Show me what you got." The power went out in the hallway. Then, the fluorescent light on the lab’s ceiling started to flicker. It wasn't the dying pulse of a bad bulb. It was a slow, controlled blink: long, short, long, long. I… see… you. Arga gripped his gun, his skin crawling. "Nice of you to say hello. Do you want to try, or are you just here to watch me work?"

"They’re leaving because they can't see us. But the moment anyone tries to cross the threshold into the Inner Dome without a registered biometric token, the automated boundary lasers will turn them into ash." ​Julian slowly released his grip on Vivian's wrist, though his fingers lingered against her skin for a fraction of a second before he turned back to the primary armory chest. He picked up a clean linen cloth and began to clean the carbon scoring from his rifle’s breach mechanism with fluid, lethal efficiency.

"Someone needs to look out for you." "We go in heavily armed," Shawn says in a serious tone and Melanie nods. Beth and I watched as they geared up with vests and guns. Shawn had a knife strapped the her leg by her ankle. Melanie tied her hair back in a tight bun and tucks a small gun at the small of her back. Shawn's POV

“I can’t.” Alaric looked hurt by my words as his eyebrows crushed down. “Why?” “I don’t want to go,” I replied as Ace voice suddenly stopped. “You need medical treatment” Alaric insisted. “I’ll be fine.” “You’ll bleed out. You need it closed.” I turned toward Ace. Why was he suddenly silent? He stood behind the firemen with a look of rage pointed directly at me.

I had no idea why I was comparing the two, but the difference was drastic. “Yes, this is the armory,” I nodded. “The most secure and guarded section of this entire property. There are weapons worth millions here. Or more.” “And you guys use them all?” she asked, staring around the state-of-the-art armory, one of the proud possessions of the Bladocchi family. “Sometimes. Sometimes we sell and some are just prized possessions,” I answered. “Come.”

It was still bright outside, although the sun was starting to set. My brain wasn’t functioning, and I followed Archie without thinking, his fingers tightened around my wrist. I watched him—his strong footsteps, his tense back muscles, and his clenched jaw. Archie was on edge. His head snapped from left to right, and his other hand was firmly placed behind his back where I knew he had a gun stuck into the hem of his pants, under his blazer. I didn’t think about taking mine with me tonight. There didn’t seem to be a need for it since the whole place was surrounded by our men. But still, I briefly wondered if I wouldn’t be feeling safer if I had it with me.