All I want are two things:
- A couple of revolvers
- Meaningful handgun mods that make them more effective at range.
Don't get me wrong. I took down 12 bandits with a silenced 1911, 8 of them before they managed to get an alarm off. Dark Valley. Hit for Sidorovitch.
But the 9th I missed because iron sights suck at night.
Luckily, while I was backing away taking pot shots at the bandits, I fell into a pit. One at a time they ran up to the edge in, and we're barely illuminated against the stars. One after the next I shot them down.
Then i heard that ominous click. I fumbled around for another clip but had none. No time to fuck around. As another bandit came up to the lip of the hole I was trapped in, a body fell into the pit. I grabbed for the gun that fell with him. Piece of shit AK. Didn't even know if it was loaded. Juse pulled the trigger and sprayed.
That was a mistake. I hit him four times. Arm, shoulder, leg, and head. He got off one lucky shot. Missed me. Hit the oil drum behind me.
Went dark.
Came to woth a start. Everything hurt. Except my left arm. Couldn't feel that. I was still breathing. Checked my body slowly. Lots of pain, no fresh bleeding. Probably only internal. Thank Allah for small favors I guess.
For a few minutes I just laid there. Then I noticed it was getting light. How long was I out for?
The AK was ruined beyond repair. Shrapnel made sure of that. My 1911 wasn't though. But no ammo, no clips, all I could do was throw it.
Two other corpses fell into the pit. Not sure when. Searched them. One had a decent Beretta with a few dozen rounds of ammo and half a clip loaded. It was caked in mud and blood, but I racked the slide all the same.
Climbed out slowly, and took a look around. By the Prophet, how many did I kill? I was interrupted by the familiar buzzing in my hip pocket. A loner sent out a message on the broadband chat.
Emil Taurus was still alive and hiding in Dark Valley. I checked my PDA map. Three more active bodies in my radius. One of them was Emil. Fuck it. I was gonna get that bounty.
Afterwards, I managed to limp back to Cordon, avoiding everything I could. Even other loners. Didn't want anyone to see me like that. And I got the six thousand