Don't have to see," the pilot grunted. "Olga knows the way."
"Funny name for an aircraft," Grace commented. "Is it after your wife?"
"My gun."
Grace stared at him. "You named your plane after a gun?"
"It was a very good gun.
Mots clés grace gun pilot rising cahill 39-clues vespers
Great, they give blind kids guns," I said, trying to lessen his horror. "I don't even let Iggy have a gun. Usually.
James PattersonJudging by the sounds of general panic, I want a gun like that.
Howard TaylerMots clés humour violence panic gun
Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.
Chuck PalahniukMoshe was an Israeli with an ear-slitting laugh. He used it in the same way as a madman uses a gun, spraying it around with bewildering randomness.
Alex GarlandMots clés laugh gun madman the-beach alex-garland israeli moshe
I'm coming with you.” Riley insisted. “I'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.
“Don't give me that look, Stells.” Stan muttered, following Riley. “Look 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
Mots clés fight gun tough pinch
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Is he a scumbag in training?” Richard glanced at the gunman. “At least have the decency to hold the gun properly, you fool. If you don’t know how, pass it to someone who does. I’m not going to suffer being shot at by anything less than a full- fledged lowlife. (Richard)
Ilona AndrewsMots clés humor gun apprentice lowlife scumbag
You can get much further with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.
Al CaponeHe's prowling back and forth like a lion with distemper now. There's a shiny streak down one side of his face. "I shouldn't have let her go ahead - I ought to be hung! Something's gone wrong. I can't stand this any more!" he says with a choked sound. "I'm starting now -"
"But how are you -"
"Spring for it and fire as I go if they try to stop me." And then as he barges out, the fat lady waddling solicitously after him, "Stay there; take it if she calls - tell her I'm on the way-"
He plunges straight at the street-door from all the way back in the hall, like a fullback headed for a touchdown. That's the best way. Gun bedded in his pocket, but hand gripping it ready to let fly through lining and all. He slaps the door out of his way without slowing and skitters out along the building, head and shoulders defensively lowered.
It *was* the taxi, you bet. No sound from it, at least not at this distance, just a thin bluish haze slowly spreading out around it that might be gas-fumes if its engine were turning; and at his end a long row of un-colored spurts - of dust and stone-splinters - following him along the wall of the flat he's tearing away from. Each succeeding one a half yard too far behind him, smacking into where he was a second ago. And they never catch up. ("Jane Brown's Body")
Mots clés crime noir mob gun chase ambush gunplay mobsters
If God didn't make men equal, Samuel Colt did.
ColtMots clés equality men god guns equal gun samuel colt
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