Chapter 48 - What is match grade ammunition?
Added 2024-03-13 12:00:05 +0000 UTCLike anything else, you get what you pay for.
_______
As the clouds in the night sky slowly moved to allow the moon to bathe the dark area in soft moonlight, I squeezed the trigger. A loud clap was the only sound to be heard as the suppressed 5.56-millimeter match grade ammunition was sent out the barrel of my rifle, crossing nearly 300 yards to reach my target. In this instance, the target was a youngish looking man in a torn-up suit and tie, his white shirt dyed red with dried blood. He looked like an annoying finance bro you might see in a movie, which increased my joy at seeing the results of my shot. No one liked a fucking finance bro, well, maybe the Ferengis would.
The rifle round flew true, snapping the finance bro’s head back as it went clean through his forehead, an irregular plume of blood blossoming behind him as he collapsed to the ground, unmoving, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. He was truly dead this time. That blood plume, though, unnatural. The viscosity of the blood was just wrong and the color was off too.
