Post by Sigrid Browning on May 5, 2012 11:55:00 GMT -5
Sig was fond of testing her 'investments', as she called them. The legal ones at least, at least when using a public range. She wasn't exactly fond of the indoor ones either, so she usually frequented a small outdoor deal a bit north of the city. It was nice, had a small selection of food available so she didn't have to bring a bagged lunch along with everything else, and there weren't many other regulars. And it was within an hour's drive of her home, which was honestly quite convenient.
That day she was testing a new prize. A Lee-Enfield straight out of the middle of the Second World War. A bit more recent than the seller thought it was, so she managed to get her hands on it for a fair price. Sigrid wasn't as fond of rifles as she was handguns, but they still got the job done, whatever that job was. At that moment, she was poised and ready to fire. A well trained English infantryman during that same war with that same gun was expected and said to be able to fire off twelve precise rounds in a minute.
Sig aimed to best that record. Eventually. She fired off three shots instead, about thirty seconds apart, to make sure that the weapon was working without a problem. That particular model was known to have a few problems with dust and dirt getting in the firing mechanism. It had been taken apart and cleaned upon purchase, of course, the bird of prey just wanted to make sure that she'd done it correctly before potentially selling it to someone else. She didn't see much use in a gun that couldn't fire. They were tools to be put to use, no matter how beautiful and art-like they could be.
That day she was testing a new prize. A Lee-Enfield straight out of the middle of the Second World War. A bit more recent than the seller thought it was, so she managed to get her hands on it for a fair price. Sigrid wasn't as fond of rifles as she was handguns, but they still got the job done, whatever that job was. At that moment, she was poised and ready to fire. A well trained English infantryman during that same war with that same gun was expected and said to be able to fire off twelve precise rounds in a minute.
Sig aimed to best that record. Eventually. She fired off three shots instead, about thirty seconds apart, to make sure that the weapon was working without a problem. That particular model was known to have a few problems with dust and dirt getting in the firing mechanism. It had been taken apart and cleaned upon purchase, of course, the bird of prey just wanted to make sure that she'd done it correctly before potentially selling it to someone else. She didn't see much use in a gun that couldn't fire. They were tools to be put to use, no matter how beautiful and art-like they could be.
