Firing Range & Armory
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Firing Range & Armory
PWNNT-PWWNT-PWWNT....!
The target tore where the small, subsonic bullets landed in quick, accurate prescision:
The bullets came from Valentina "Snezhana" Kalashnikov, a former White Wolf Sniper and Royal Izheveskian Military Soldier, who lay prone on her end of the range, her large breasts flat upon the surface of the floor in a somewhat uncomfortable manner she had mostly ignored whilst shooting:
The former soldier also had the distinction of being related to the Izheveskian Military Weapons Designer who invented the AK-82 (her ancestor) and the AK-57 (her brother). The bounty hunter was utilizing an IZ-39, a specialty designated marksman rifle that was created 18 years ago for the White Wolves, Izhevesk's Special Forces, but it wasn't as popular as their time tried and trusty SVDs:
It was... like having a long range submachine gun, that was silent with every shot. It was designed to counter Tenik's DarkSEED troops in '39, but never actually saw battle with them to the best of her knowledge.
Click~
The gun ran dry, so Valentina stood up, and went for another 20 round magazine holstered in its pouch under her massive bosom...
"Hrm..."
Dammit... I did it again... She sighed internally. It was rough trying to pull magazines up when your massive bust got in the way. Still, she had a method to do so, using her one hand to lift the massive mammary and her free hand to undo the pouch and lift the magazine upward:
She held her breath as she did so, slowly yanking up the long box magazine free from the pouch before exhaling: "...There~"
With the magazine free, she rocked the magazine back then forward into the magwell and pulled back the bolt, her big blue eyes lidded with irritation. "Next time... I'm going to take Challis' and Jadrian's Advice and just mount the pouches upside down..." she thought out loud, picturing the 'preferred' scenario in her minds eye:
It was quiet on the range and the attached armory. She was certain she was by herself again, which was fine with her as it allowed her more use with the range. She looked back through the Armory's windows, as she was removing her jacket, unsure if she saw someone in the locker room area preparing to join her or not, but she shrugged.
She lets her coat dip off her elbows, before she tosses it onto a hook in the booth she stood in. Her wobbling assets pulled her forwards a little more onto the range, her high heels clicking under foot, as she dipped herself into a crouch, shouldering the IZ-39:
PWNNT-PWWNT-PWWNT....!
The silent shots hitting their mark again, the only sound being that of the brass ejecting from the weapon...
The target tore where the small, subsonic bullets landed in quick, accurate prescision:
The bullets came from Valentina "Snezhana" Kalashnikov, a former White Wolf Sniper and Royal Izheveskian Military Soldier, who lay prone on her end of the range, her large breasts flat upon the surface of the floor in a somewhat uncomfortable manner she had mostly ignored whilst shooting:
The former soldier also had the distinction of being related to the Izheveskian Military Weapons Designer who invented the AK-82 (her ancestor) and the AK-57 (her brother). The bounty hunter was utilizing an IZ-39, a specialty designated marksman rifle that was created 18 years ago for the White Wolves, Izhevesk's Special Forces, but it wasn't as popular as their time tried and trusty SVDs:
It was... like having a long range submachine gun, that was silent with every shot. It was designed to counter Tenik's DarkSEED troops in '39, but never actually saw battle with them to the best of her knowledge.
Click~
The gun ran dry, so Valentina stood up, and went for another 20 round magazine holstered in its pouch under her massive bosom...
"Hrm..."
Dammit... I did it again... She sighed internally. It was rough trying to pull magazines up when your massive bust got in the way. Still, she had a method to do so, using her one hand to lift the massive mammary and her free hand to undo the pouch and lift the magazine upward:
She held her breath as she did so, slowly yanking up the long box magazine free from the pouch before exhaling: "...There~"
With the magazine free, she rocked the magazine back then forward into the magwell and pulled back the bolt, her big blue eyes lidded with irritation. "Next time... I'm going to take Challis' and Jadrian's Advice and just mount the pouches upside down..." she thought out loud, picturing the 'preferred' scenario in her minds eye:
It was quiet on the range and the attached armory. She was certain she was by herself again, which was fine with her as it allowed her more use with the range. She looked back through the Armory's windows, as she was removing her jacket, unsure if she saw someone in the locker room area preparing to join her or not, but she shrugged.
She lets her coat dip off her elbows, before she tosses it onto a hook in the booth she stood in. Her wobbling assets pulled her forwards a little more onto the range, her high heels clicking under foot, as she dipped herself into a crouch, shouldering the IZ-39:
PWNNT-PWWNT-PWWNT....!
The silent shots hitting their mark again, the only sound being that of the brass ejecting from the weapon...
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