gun

A gunshot is the loudest sound in the universe. Especially if the bullet is coming at you.

War is not just the shower of bullets and bombs from both sides, it is also the shower of blood and bones on both sides.

A bullet is worth a thousand threats. And I shot two.

I foresee no possibility of venturing into themes showing a closer view of reality for a long time to come. The public itself will not have it. What it wants is a gun and a girl.

Police Officer Angry Aggression Theory (POAAT) is why you need to video record the police before they shoot you. Always start the video camera at the first contact, as it can go sour at any time and without warning.

I'm coming with you._ Riley insisted. __'ve got a bulletproof vest and I'm a better sharpshooter than you. Don't mess with me._ Riley pushed past them and out the sliding exit doors.Stella turned to Stan, horrified. __on't give me that look, Stells._ Stan muttered, following Riley. __ook at it this way, if the whole sharpshooter thing turns out to be a lie, she can pinch the hell out of anyone.__Riley Pembroke, Stan Darrow, "Sugar and Spies: Spy Sisters Book 1

She whirled when the monster was almost on top of her. I thought the thing in her hands was an umbrella until she cranked the pump and the shotgun blast blew the giant twenty feet backwards, right into Nico's sword. "Nice one," Paul said. "When did you learn to fire a shotgun?" I demanded. My mom blew the hair out of her face. "About two seconds ago. Percy, we'll be fine. Go!

He__ a murdering chud,_ Zil was yelling.__hat do you want to do? Lynch him?_ Astrid demanded.That stopped the flow for a second as kids tried to figure out what __ynch_ meant. But Zil quickly recovered.__ saw him do it. He used his powers to kill Harry.___ was trying to stop you from smashing my head in!_ Hunter shouted.__ou__e a lying mutant freak!___hey think they can do anything they want,_ another voice shouted.Astrid said, as calmly as she could while still pitching her voice to be heard, __e are not going down that path, people, dividing up between freaks and normals.___hey already did it!_ Zil cried. __t__ the freaks acting all special and like their farts don__ stink.__hat earned a laugh.__nd now they__e starting to kill us,_ Zil cried.Angry cheers.Edilio squared his shoulders and stepped into the crowd. He went first to Hank, the kid with the shotgun. He tapped him on the shoulder and said, __ive me that thing.___o way,_ Hank said. But he didn__ seem too certain.__ou want to have that thing fire by accident and blow someone__ face off?_ Edilio held his hand out. __ive it to me, man.__il rounded on Edilio. __ou going to make Hunter give up his weapon? Huh? He__ got powers, man, and that__ okay, but the normals can__ have any weapon? How are we supposed to defend ourselves from the freaks?___an, give it a rest, huh?_ Edilio said. He was doing his best to sound more weary than angry or scared. Things were already bad enough. __il, you want to be responsible if that gauge goes off and kills Astrid? You want to maybe give that some thought?__il blinked. But he said, __ude, I__ not scared of Sam.___am won__ be your problem, I will be,_ Edilio snapped, losing patience. __nything happens to her, I__l take you down before Sam ever gets the chance.__il snorted derisively. __h, good little boy, Edilio, kissing up to the chuds. I got news for you, dilly dilly, you__e a lowly normal, just like me and the rest of us."____ going to let that go,_ Edilio said evenly, striving to regain his cool, trying to sound calm and in control, even though he could hardly take his eyes off the twin barrels of the shotgun. __ut now I__ taking that shotgun.___o way!_ Hank cried, and the next thing was an explosion so loud, Edilio thought a bomb had gone off. The muzzle flash blinded him, like camera flash going off in his face.Someone yelled in pain.Edilio staggered back, squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust. When he opened them again the shotgun was on the ground and the boy who__ accidentally fired it was holding his bruised hand, obviously shocked.Zil bent to grab the gun. Edilio took two steps forward and kicked Zil in the face. As Zil fell back Edilio made a grab for the shotgun. He never saw the blow that turned his knees to water and filled his head with stars.He fell like a sack of bricks, but even as he fell he lurched forward to cover the shotgun.Astrid screamed and launched herself down the stairs to protect Edilio.Antoine, the one who had hit Edilio, was raising his bat to hit Edilio again, but on the back swing he caught Astrid in the face.Antoine cursed, suddenly fearful. Zil yelled, __o, no, no!__here was a sudden rush of running feet. Down the walkway, into the street, echoing down the block.

But the pistol, this Walther...it was as if it had been made for the express purpose of shooting people. With a chill Richie realized that was why it had been made. What else could you do with a pistol? Use it to light your cigarettes?

She had a voice so husky it could have pulled a dogsled, and the gun she was holding gave me a bad case of barrel envy.

Good ideas never require guns; and if an idea requires guns, it is not a good idea!

Surrender is no guarantee that an armed police officer will not shoot you.

They were going to drag the boy she loved into the clearing, point a gun at the kindest, bravest person she'd ever met, and end his life with the twitch of a finger.

If you need a gun to do it with, you aren't doing it right." Sheriff Bud Smith.

Would you approach a crazy person with a loaded gun? Well, that is exactly what you are doing with some police officers when you approach them.

The most dangerous thing in life is an incompetent that has been given a gun and a law enforcement badge.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

Whatever happens, we have gotThe Maxim gun, and they have not.