What Does Armed Mean On Blink Novels & Stories

Then small red dots began dancing across his guards’ uniforms—laser sights, pinpointing their chests, their foreheads. One by one, the men stiffened, realizing they were marked, trapped under invisible crosshairs. “Well, that clears things up,” Arsen said with a laugh. “Might want to let me go, pal.” He jerked free from the grip that had been restraining him all this time. “You get it now, don’t you? If you so much as twitch, those shots won’t just take a hand. They’ll hit exactly where those little red dots are.”

The militia had arrived. "They're here," Aris hissed, pivoting to face the reinforced bulkhead door. "Damn it, Nikos, if you're going to do this, do it fast. I can hold them for a minute, maybe two if I don't miss." "You can't hold them, Aris," Nikos said, his voice hitching as he felt the first wave of searing heat rip through his veins. The bioluminescence under his skin intensified, turning a blinding, electric violet. "If you fire, you’ll trigger the security lockdown. The blast doors will seal us both in here permanently."

I reacted instantly, struggling, heart racing, until a voice cut through. “Easy. Easy. It’s me.” I turned sharply. Blinky stood there, hands raised, breathing hard. “What’s going on?” I demanded. He rubbed his face, eyes darting around nervously. “Gunshots, man. Shots everywhere. People panicked.” My brain struggled to process it. “Gunshots?” I repeated. “Oh my God…” I turned immediately to rush back in. “Hold on!” he snapped, grabbing my arm. “Where the fuck are you going? You wanna die?”

Blade said as he grabbed a hold of Jamerson’s wrist and Jamerson let go like his hands were on fire. “The fuck man! What the hell was that?” Jamerson asked Blade. “Just a little trick. You weren’t going to just let go. Now. Beauty queen if you would please put your weapons away. Although I’m sure you didn’t need them in the first place.” Blade told me. “But they're so pretty.” I said pulling my weapons to my sides. Jamerson was still rubbing his wrist as Garrison walked over to join him.

Bram barreled down the stairs, gun raised, eyes flashing with alarm. He took in the scene in a heartbeat—the corpse, the pen, the blood streaking down the stone. His gaze snapped to Liora, wild with questions. “What the hell—” “He was waiting,” she said, voice raw, clipped. “He followed me up.” Bram’s jaw flexed as he lowered his weapon. He scanned the man’s coat, boots, the insignia barely visible on the inside lining. His curse was sharp. “Arbiters. Contract blade.”

I whispered. Armani blinked rapidly, his jaw tightening. Lucas slowly lowered his gun. “What did you just say?” Lucas asked, his gaze flicking between me and Armani—who was now turning red.

All watching me like a pack of wolves sizing up their prey. My fingers trembled at my sides, my heart pounding so violently that I thought it might burst through my ribs. “Are you sure we’re not crossing a line by using a woman?” one of them asked. His voice was slightly hesitant, but not enough to make me hopeful. “And how do we even know she’s one of them?” “Don’t be stupid, Blade. We don’t have time to waste. Check her wrist,” another snapped. “The mark should be there.”

Before we could finally enter, I heard Arnal's faint whisper. "I don't think she can do it, it's impossible." When we got inside, those passing by were almost surprised. They are shocked, their eyes widen and they step backwards. That's when I remembered that we were wearing masks. They seem to have watched us on the news, so maybe they already know us. They must have been shocked by the presence of my brother and me. Especially since we were carrying weapons. ************ Less than a minute later, Blake was immediately transferred to a room.

Blink quickly looked away. “ Let go of me” She snapped pushing John’s hands off. “ Are you angry with me Blink? “ John couldn’t help but ask. “ Get out of my way” Blink said, grabbing the backpack and started leaping. She was still taking two steps when John swiped her off her feet, carrying her in a bridal style. “ Hey bring me down, are you out of your senses? “ Blink snapped at him. “ You’ve been shot, you can’t walk” John replied.

He looks smaller somehow, diminished in the presence of this man who holds our lives in his hands. Mom's grip on my arm tightens until her nails digs into my skin. Behind Blaze are men in dark suits, standing perfectly and somehow radiating menace. Even from where I'm standing, I can see the telltale bulges under their jackets that speak of concealed weapons. There are at least four of them that I can see, maybe more positioned throughout the house. The sight of them makes my mouth go dry. What kind of man needs that much protection? What kind of world am I about to enter where armed guards are a necessity?