When the maniac with the mace and plate mail came barreling around the corner, panic was quickly overwritten with experience. Electricity arced about the narrow hallway (Were the damn wires stripped of their sheathing? It would have been nice to know that sooner!), which provided a perfect silhouette of the berserker bearing down on him. All the grit and sinew, all the personal armor and intent in the world couldn’t stand against a fully automatic spray of thirty-aught-six. He whips the barrel up, takes quick aim at center mass, squeezes the trigger, as his rifle emits a mighty ‘KlicKlicKlicKlicKlick’! Empty.
Empty.
It was EMPTY!?
Confusion and rage abound, he cringes and braces for the blow. Of all things to trust…. the slightest bit of head trauma, and basic gun maintenance is excused? Of course the Savoys would put away their weapons dry. The sophomoric miscreants have only demonstrated the barest excuse of responsibility, and a complete lack of professional awareness. Would it have been so difficult to pop out the clip and check. One simple step forgotten, the slightest overlook, and now he was going to have his skull stove in for it.
Re: II
Empty.
It was EMPTY!?
Confusion and rage abound, he cringes and braces for the blow. Of all things to trust…. the slightest bit of head trauma, and basic gun maintenance is excused? Of course the Savoys would put away their weapons dry. The sophomoric miscreants have only demonstrated the barest excuse of responsibility, and a complete lack of professional awareness. Would it have been so difficult to pop out the clip and check. One simple step forgotten, the slightest overlook, and now he was going to have his skull stove in for it.