Army Weapons Qualification Tables Novels & Stories

Map sheets of the northern ridges and the southern marshlands were pinned under heavy brass weights, their edges curling in the draft that whistled through the high arrow slits. I stood at the head of the table, my fingers resting flat against the edge of the wood, watching the rain strike the reinforced leaded glass windows. My body was still operating on a razor-thin edge, my sensory amplifiers humming with a restless, protective electricity that kept my ears tuned to every footstep in the corridor outside. Romy was currently down in the lower armory with Aaron, inspecting the remaining stocks of standard-issue sidearms, and even though I could feel the calm, steady rhythm of her heart bea

He looked like devil in uniform—unrealistically broad, calm, dangerous in a way that made the mounted lions in the hunting room look like playful kittens. Weapons were next. He laid them out on the well-lived oak table as if we were playing cards: Glock 17, black polymer, grip rough enough to sandpaper fingerprints. Heckler & Koch MP5, compact, folding stock, whisper suppressor already mounted. Ka-Bar knives, edges blackened, sheaths worn smooth from too many last resorts. A pouch of grenades that looked like toys until you imagined your lungs shredded across a wall. I ran a finger along the Glock’s slide. It was cold, simple and honest. Tools of death are always more honest than the mouths

He smiled. "MK153 Shoulder-launched Multi-Purpose Assault Weapon. 83.5 Millimeter Rockets. 7.6 pounds. Maximum range 500 meters." I rattled the info off in one breath, tone, hard. As if schooling a poolee or a boot. I looked straight past him, remembering, wondering what it all meant. "Oorah," he said with a smile, blowing into his hands, the Marine coming out in him. I forced a smile on his behalf. He nodded in approval with a smile that told me he found comfort, someone who'd seen what he had. "What about you?"

“You mentioned the weapon offer. I’d like to hear more details.” Finally, he got to the heart of the matter. I pulled out the folder I had brought with me and took out the Silvergrove Mortar schematic. “This is a long-range projectile weapon with a range of up to 180 meters. Its accuracy reaches 92 percent. Though its design is simple, its effects can destroy wooden barricades or halt enemy advances in large-scale battles.” Alpha Raegen nodded slowly, touching the edge of the paper with his finger. “How many units are available?”

The room was lined with racks of weapons, shields, and armor, and the walls were adorned with banners displaying the symbol of our pack. The center of the room was dominated by a large table, where my brothers and I were gathered. The table was littered with maps, scrolls, and weapons, and had several chairs surrounding it. The chairs were made of dark wood and had intricate carvings of wolves and other creatures, adding to the intimidating feel of the room. The weapons on the racks varied in size and shape. There were swords, axes, and spears of all lengths, and bows of all sizes. Each one looked deadly in its own right, and it was clear that the armory was well-stocked and well-maintained.

00% Range :: 270.00 Mts Velocity :: 320.02 feet per second Impact Force :: 80.00 lbs Evaluation Grade :: B+ — Total Shots :: 5 Average Accuracy :: 65.00% Range :: 270.00 Mts Velocity :: 320.01 feet per second Impact Force :: 80.03 lbs Evaluation Grade :: B+ —

“You can start.” “Wait.” Deacon suddenly said, “I’d like to shoot from a longer range of a hundred yards!” Iris was astonished to hear that. They were using Type 54 pistols for the competition, and it only had an approximate 50-yard range. Most stationary shooting had a range of 25 yards maximum. If they made the shots from 50 yards away, they might be able to hit one bullseye every five shots. Anyone with this result would be considered a sharpshooter in the military.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

They seemed to be having fun with today's practice. "Okay now, I will first introduce what long-barreled weapons we have in this warehouse," said Captain Arnold. He along with his assistant introduced one by one the weapons that were there starting from the M16, AK 47 to M1 Garand. All members of the Jaguar team were amazed by the weapons shown by Captain Arnold. “Now I will show you a demo. You pay close attention to how to use this weapon," said Captain Arnold while taking an M16 weapon.

Forty-Four muttered grumpily. “No, Delta’s the cannon fodder,” Forty-Nine quipped in a nasty tone. “We’re just the lucky ones that get to follow up with the mops and shovels. Are they actually going to bother to arm us this time?” “Yes, General Case has agreed to open up the armory, but not for all of us. Just those that have passed Marksmanship Three or higher. If I remember right, that’s all of us except…” She gave me a broad smirk. “Forty-Two… you’ll be carrying a butter knife.”