Hawkman
08-19-2010, 09:08 AM
9mm Browning Highpower
Feels nice in the hand.
Thirteen round magazine,
prone to jam though,
so you only load with ten.
Slide the mag inside the grip
and push it home until it clicks.
Pull back the slide
and c0ck the weapon,
then let it go.
It jumps forward
with a satisfying sound
and chambers the first round.
Safety on.
Point the gun
down range.
“Ten rounds
In your own time
Go on.”
Safety off.
Aim at Herman,
hold the gun
with both hands
and align the foresight,
in the middle
of the backsight,
centre mass on Herman.
Squeeze off two,
shift point of aim,
two in the head will do.
Empty the mag into his heart,
ten rounds gone
the slide locks back.
The breach smokes
cordite fumes.
You taste it and it’s good
“Cease fire!
Clear your weapons
Prove!”
Eject the mag and work the slide
lock it open
the empty magazine
above the breach.
“Clear!”
Wander down the range to check the target.
Very satisfying groups, Herman’s dead once more
Better patch him up. You paste on bits of paper,
brown and black to cover up the holes.
As you walk away, Herman impassively bleeds glue.
You’re having a lovely day. Now you will use an SMG.
Rat-a-tat-tat…
So can you do it when it matters?
Oh yeah.
Somehow, the torn and floppy piece of meat
inertly lying at your feet
doesn’t give you so much pleasure,
not like popping rounds off at your leisure.
So you turn away,
don’t want to stay
to admire your handiwork.
Behind you
the target bleeds real blood
which leaks a creeping crimson flood.
Too late for a plaster chum:
he died while calling for his mum
but at least you’re still alive.
Oh yeah.
Feels nice in the hand.
Thirteen round magazine,
prone to jam though,
so you only load with ten.
Slide the mag inside the grip
and push it home until it clicks.
Pull back the slide
and c0ck the weapon,
then let it go.
It jumps forward
with a satisfying sound
and chambers the first round.
Safety on.
Point the gun
down range.
“Ten rounds
In your own time
Go on.”
Safety off.
Aim at Herman,
hold the gun
with both hands
and align the foresight,
in the middle
of the backsight,
centre mass on Herman.
Squeeze off two,
shift point of aim,
two in the head will do.
Empty the mag into his heart,
ten rounds gone
the slide locks back.
The breach smokes
cordite fumes.
You taste it and it’s good
“Cease fire!
Clear your weapons
Prove!”
Eject the mag and work the slide
lock it open
the empty magazine
above the breach.
“Clear!”
Wander down the range to check the target.
Very satisfying groups, Herman’s dead once more
Better patch him up. You paste on bits of paper,
brown and black to cover up the holes.
As you walk away, Herman impassively bleeds glue.
You’re having a lovely day. Now you will use an SMG.
Rat-a-tat-tat…
So can you do it when it matters?
Oh yeah.
Somehow, the torn and floppy piece of meat
inertly lying at your feet
doesn’t give you so much pleasure,
not like popping rounds off at your leisure.
So you turn away,
don’t want to stay
to admire your handiwork.
Behind you
the target bleeds real blood
which leaks a creeping crimson flood.
Too late for a plaster chum:
he died while calling for his mum
but at least you’re still alive.
Oh yeah.