Zero Point Gravity Gun Novels & Stories

Sandra smirked before taking the item from his hands “ did you load it?” she asked and just as Grace’s uncle nodded she pointed the item in a direction no one was and pulled the trigger. Shot! Not only Grace’s uncle but the spies jaw dropped low as they saw a vase being shattered by a small stone into several pieces “ this is called a gun. Can be used to kill your enemy from a distance” “ can we have that?” asked one of the spies “ didn’t I already taught you. being greedy us never a good thing”

All of the voices grew louder until they were howling inside her head. She looked into the bright blue eyes that pleaded with her. Inky blackness spread from the center consuming all color and light until they were pools of darkness covering his entire eye socket. He lurched forward grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it against his forehead. Zira yelped and squeezed. BANG! Zira sat up screaming and flailing. Hands wrestled with hers making her flail more. A firm grasp locked on and forced her down.

“Before that, you’ve mentioned there being an automatic gun present at the office, do you have any idea what make it could have been? Such knowledge could greatly aid our speculation.” Gunner shook his head, didn’t care enough to know the model of the Glock. “I believe it was a G40 long slide, yes, I can name the exact model.” “Because of his obsession.” Gunner rolled his eyes as he rubbed the palms on Shadow’s desk absentmindedly. “Yeah. I couldn’t possibly mistake it for anything other than the G40 long slide, those babies are freaking awesome. The curve that it has…” Sean saw Shadow’s shade changed to a rather dark, almost like a king of jungle formulated the plan.

This job was seemingly easy for the most part, but it had its ups and downs at times. "Well, if you will allow me to introduce you to what we have here," I said as Mr. Wizard walked over to Mr. Stocky and pointed this interesting syringe gun at the chest of our first newcomer. "This is a silver nitrate gun. Inside there is a little speck, which is about the size of the tip of her pinky finger. This little capsule, if you will, holds a very special package made just for each one of you newcomers."

Back then, Xylo tied everyone’s power plants together so they could all far overcharge her weapon for a single devastating shot. It was everything they needed to turn the tide and win the match, even if it cost them the gun. “Tell us what we gotta do,” she said. “Simple,” Raijin replied. “We link our power plants, overcharge your graviton guns, amplify the station’s weight significantly, and cause it to fall into Sagittarius A*’s accretion disk. Then we simply let gravity do the rest for us.” Gasps erupted from the officers on the tactical bridge. Their eyes were wide at the simplicity of the plan. But of course, things weren’t quite that simple.

Bryan shot his pistol three times, then pressed the button on the wall which drew his human cardboard target closer to where he was. “Not bad.” Kimberly shouted in the midst of the gunshots from other shooters, who we’re practicing in the shooting range. His target had a hole on the side of its head, on a shoulder and in the middle of its torso. “My turn.” She said after replacing the bullet ridden target with a new one, and pressing the button on the wall, which pushed it away till it got to forty meters away from where she stood.

Behind him, Anya waited, coiled like a spring. The glass gave way with a soft crack. Dimitri pushed through, Anya following. Architect spun, reaching for a weapon, but Anya was already moving. She covered the distance in three steps, struck him across the temple with the butt of her gun. He dropped like a puppet with cut strings. "Backup arriving," Dimitri said, hearing footsteps thundering up the stairs. "We need to move." They dragged Architect to the window. Getting down would be harder than getting up. Dimitri was calculating angles when Anya pulled out a compact grappling system, project Seventh equipment, designed for rapid extraction.

“Honestly, I’ll take whatever keeps me alive.” The staff member shoved a handful of plastic guns toward them. “Pick one. Don’t drop it. If you drop it, don’t cry. We don’t have time.” Sky grabbed a gun and tested the weight. It was cheap. It was plastic. It was beautiful. Charlie took one without looking, checked the sensor on the barrel, then clicked a button like he was calibrating a weapon system. Sky stared. “Are you…tuning it?” “It’s not aligned,” he said.

Cylo went left, and Ivo went right. They were armed with special pistols that could fire needles coated with poison. With these pistols, they could move more quietly but still effectively incapacitate the guards. “Tsk, first I have to incapacitate you guys,” muttered Ivo, who had found several guards who were still unaware of his presence. He fired two needle bullets at someone who was on guard until the guard immediately collapsed to the ground. There was no excessive noise, and everything was completely silent. It turned out that these pistols were really effective at incapacitating guards like this.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.