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Here is page 12 of The Destiny Fog (it's the end of a chapter so a little short):
Borne picked up his rifle, lying on the ground near him. It was covered with snow, but appeared undamaged. The good old Nedis 77, durable and reliable. No wonder it had been around for so long. And it had been invented here – there - in Gyllene. Heddi and both his brothers had civilian 77’s for hunting, and could hit a deer in the head at 500 meters.
Borne made sure the safety was on, pointed the barrel downward, then brushed the snow off his rifle. He shook the snow out of the barrel. Not much in there. Good. Then he pulled back the bolt, barrel still pointed downward, and looked inside the chamber. No round in there yet, and thankfully no debris. He depressed the magazine catch and pulled the magazine off the bottom. With a quick glance, he looked for jams or debris. Everything checked out. He replaced the magazine, hearing it click into place. Borne quickly wiped down the moving parts and sight with an oil cloth from his jacket pocket, readjusted the sight to close range, and clicked the 77’s safety off. The whole process took him less than a minute.
I shouldn’t even be here, Borne thought as he pointed his rifle uphill.
Here is page 12 of The Destiny Fog (it's the end of a chapter so a little short):
Borne picked up his rifle, lying on the ground near him. It was covered with snow, but appeared undamaged. The good old Nedis 77, durable and reliable. No wonder it had been around for so long. And it had been invented here – there - in Gyllene. Heddi and both his brothers had civilian 77’s for hunting, and could hit a deer in the head at 500 meters.
Borne made sure the safety was on, pointed the barrel downward, then brushed the snow off his rifle. He shook the snow out of the barrel. Not much in there. Good. Then he pulled back the bolt, barrel still pointed downward, and looked inside the chamber. No round in there yet, and thankfully no debris. He depressed the magazine catch and pulled the magazine off the bottom. With a quick glance, he looked for jams or debris. Everything checked out. He replaced the magazine, hearing it click into place. Borne quickly wiped down the moving parts and sight with an oil cloth from his jacket pocket, readjusted the sight to close range, and clicked the 77’s safety off. The whole process took him less than a minute.
I shouldn’t even be here, Borne thought as he pointed his rifle uphill.