"guess" he said pulling his riplock off his back. "even if i miss....the recoil could rip off a body part" he said with a smirk.
OOC: thats the best thing about a riplock 50. the bullets are armour peirceing, and its so powerful if your less then 50 ft away, the bullet's recoil could rip your head clean off.
Jacob fired, the sound deafening, jacob himself forced to be push ed few paces back, he did'nt turn to look if he hit or miss, ethier one was a win win for him. He started towards the walk way, obviously waiting for the supreme butler which the under ground are talking about, big guy, massive.
"Come in Kilo 4"
"Respond Sierra 7"
"Report Juliett 3"
"Give me a Sit Rep Echo 9er"
"Gentlemen......we have lost control of the situation" - 28 Weeks later
The above quote brings me to reality, war is a fragile balance that can be broken...by the scale's themselve's...the scales being communication.
Thank you Voldy, had it not been for you, i would of put my hand throught the screen and give the idiot a "SMARTEN THE %^#^ UP" slap.