Blue Archive Guns の小説・ストーリー

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

She seemed like a happy girl,and i could see my younger years in her. "So, how old are you?" She asked, and I could sense this was the beginning of an array of questions. "Twenty five." I replied getting bored of the question and answer so soon. "Cool, I'm seventeen but I turn eighteen in a few weeks." I gave her a small smile but it was probably unnoticable in the darkness of the night sky. "Favourite colour?" " Sky Blue." "Like the ocean or like The Smurfs?" "Sure the ocean, why not." I responded quietly not really answering her question, from the corner of my eyes I could feel her looking at me. Probably annoyed at my lack of enthusiasm.

I've missed this; watching men fall at my feet, die by my bullets. 'Bruce, drive!' I shouted, jumping behind a metal wall. The bullets hit and ricochet off the wall, causing sparks at each collision. Georgia hid at the wall opposite mine. The loud shots would certainly be heard from miles. Bullets flew pass, most hitting the wall. I cocked my gun again and crouched down. Immediately the men poked their heads out, I shot them. I threw my empty guns away and pulled out the M16 A4 belted to my back. I removed the waterproof and threw it at Georgia since she was out of bullets too. 'These guns are so primitive,' she groaned.

he said. Four of my team had guns, those that didn’t had knives. I wanted to keep my weapon. *Let me know what Alpha Heath thinks,* I said in an open mind-link. *They want to go in,* I mind-linked to my dad. *I’m not thrilled about it but we would definitely have surprise, I’m in,* he said back. Everyone looked deep in thought, likely all linking too many people at the same time. *Zach took off on his own, wandered in,* Pike said.

Malachi said as they watched the live feed I opened on my phone, courtesy of Bluebird. “That’s where I’d come in from,” I said and he nodded. “This is really great, Levi,” Kiran said. “Good. I’ll go show you where I want to hide the guns.” Kiran would shield them so they would stay unhindered by the cold and weather and they’d be invisible to everyone but me. I included Kiran and Malachi’s houses in the perimeter and now also my house.

I lifted it out with careful hands and opened the latch. There it was. A sleek silver pistol with a pearl handle, nestled in custom-fitted foam. Below it were six bullets that gleamed with an odd, blue tint. Wolfsbane. Enough to kill six werewolves, or one werewolf six times over. I stared at the weapon that could end Darragh's life, that could destroy everything I cared about. In Ciara's vision, this gun was the difference between my best friend living and dying. Between having a future and losing everything.

he answered. I stretched my hands to the back and seat and took the bag. I placed the bag on my lap, and brought out four guns fully loaded with bullets. I was putting on a sleeveless pink dress and a black big jacket because of the cold. I tucked two guns in my pocket and gave the other guns to Bryan. He tucked them in his pockets too. He's on black with a black face cap. "We're here" I announced and he nodded his head. He looked for the right spot and parked the car.

“Of course. It has a Washington license. I bought it as soon as I landed. Didn’t think it would be that easy, but I guess everybody in this part of the country all own a gun and it’s natural.” Grayson did not agree that everyone in the state had a gun, but there were places where it was easier to buy a gun. “Why do you need it?” “As I said, I think Bran’s in danger and I’m not your typical naïve female, stupidly rescuing her brother without being prepared.” -=- Bree had always been sensitive when it came to scents and odors. She did not care for perfumes because they always gave her a headache, but ever since she stepped foot in Silvercreek, the mountain air seemed to have heightened her sen

My heart hammered as we crouched behind a toppled bronze statue, scouting the massive Archive compound for a way through the spreading brawl. “I see Paris. I see France. I see Blayne’s underpants,” Azara joked, making my head shoot up to take a glimpse. I spotted Blayne across the yard by the front door. He had a wolf in each hand as he kicked a third away. My stomach clenched at the very man that I was avoiding. From beside us, Benji picked up his rifle from his chest. He leveled it in the Gamma’s direction. He aimed, shooting flawlessly and hitting the wolf in Blayne’s right hand while Jakub took out the left, freeing the Gamma to take care of the third.