Post by Raven Alexander on Oct 23, 2010 7:26:32 GMT -5
Popping the catch on the black fabric holster which secured her handgun in place Raven pulled the weapon and spot checked the safety was still in the secure position. Her mind was on auto pilot for a moment as she pressed the mag release and checked the ammunition for about the tenth time since leaving, her hand shoved the clip back in place, hearing the click as it secured once more. Finally Raven pulled on the slider, locking her first round in place. The smell of gun oil emanated from the chamber as the round slid into place, the thoughts it invoked caught her off guard, images of being dropped off to the Colonel on the day her parents "disappeared." He had been sitting in his office cleaning his Baretta, his taste for lousy Italien guns always confused her, far less reliable than her Austrian Glock.
Switching her attention to the map Raven memorised quickly the path Chris had picked out, her eyes wandered over the route, trying to envisage the potential defendable positions. Scouting the street ahead of them Raven tried to remain rational while in her head she noted the vast open expanses with virtually no cover except for abandoned cars and the buildings themselves, probably full of rotten floorboarding and about as safe as staying in the open. Securing the pack on her back Raven signalled she was ready to go.
Switching her attention to the map Raven memorised quickly the path Chris had picked out, her eyes wandered over the route, trying to envisage the potential defendable positions. Scouting the street ahead of them Raven tried to remain rational while in her head she noted the vast open expanses with virtually no cover except for abandoned cars and the buildings themselves, probably full of rotten floorboarding and about as safe as staying in the open. Securing the pack on her back Raven signalled she was ready to go.
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