Bob Mini-14 prepared for the patrol he did thrice weekly. Desert Boots, tactical vest, desert boonie hat, white coveralls. A pair of 'Oakley Radar Lock XL' tactical ventilated sunglasses shielded his eyes. A bladder-style canteen was filled with water. A first aid kit went into the tactical vest's largest pouch. Next came his arms.
A S&W M&P 9mm FS pistol went into its holster on the same vest. 18 rounds of 9mm made sense. Bob's next weapon was a Draco. Ostensibly a pistol, a Draco is an AK-47 built to that size. Bob had pimped his Draco as follows a Galil-style hand guard, a 'Zero Rise' muzzle brake, and a CAA adjustable pistol grip, too. Bob's Draco also had a Mepro Arms M21 reflex sight mounted on it, and along with a padded tactical sling, also.
Result: poor man's M4 carbine. Bob had even tested Draco and beaten more traditional rifle folk. His girl friend, Audy Madik Karbineson; both she and her sister , Karla, they had both tested their gun skills alongside his. Audy usually won, but they were loyal to one still. All three proudly gave Jesus Christ the
praise for their skill with weaponry.
Bob prayed. "Lord Jesus Christ, help me to show God's love to this sin-wrecked world, that the lost may see YOU are the hope for eternal safety. Amen." He then went on patrol, down a semi-abandoned dirt road and he saw trouble after going a short way, also. "Coyotes" he mumbled.
Bob dropped to one knee and monitored the coyote through the Draco's reflex sight. A battered Chevette approached from the road's other part. Snorting Diesel smoke from a crudely modified engine, it stopped and let something off. The Chevette vanished from whence it came. "A puppy?!" Bob acted by shooting down the coyotes, one shot, one kill.
Bob drained a full thirty round magazine from the Draco. He reloaded as the remaining coyotes fled into some scrub brush. Bob saftied his Draco and rapidly walked to the puppy. It was tiny and its eyes were barely opened. It was white, smooth coated, with caramel-colored patches over its body, too. Bob slung his Draco and scooped him up. "Praise the Lord!"
Bob carried him back to the Mini-14 family trailer. He secured his weaponry and looked at the puppy. It was A pitbull-chihuahua mix, aka a pithuahua, His mini-daschund greeted him and an orange, munchkin cat stared lazily at him. "Doxy and Finster, meet our new family member." Bob's family was away for the week, so he called the vet. "Walk-ins open until 9 tonight, E.R. only after that."
Bob gave the puppy a warm bath, with 'Dawn Dishwashing Detergent' He rinsed and blow dried the puppy. He put the puppy inside a cat carrier with a folded towel. The puppy went to sleep. Bob went to his secret money jar and removed some cash. He then left in his Gator with the puppy. There was a mall at the end of another dirt road he was now using. There was a teddy bear shop next to it. Bob got his puppy a hoodie. There were was a Pet Smart next to it. Bob got the puppy some booties. He then took the puppy to the animal clinic.
A S&W M&P 9mm FS pistol went into its holster on the same vest. 18 rounds of 9mm made sense. Bob's next weapon was a Draco. Ostensibly a pistol, a Draco is an AK-47 built to that size. Bob had pimped his Draco as follows a Galil-style hand guard, a 'Zero Rise' muzzle brake, and a CAA adjustable pistol grip, too. Bob's Draco also had a Mepro Arms M21 reflex sight mounted on it, and along with a padded tactical sling, also.
Result: poor man's M4 carbine. Bob had even tested Draco and beaten more traditional rifle folk. His girl friend, Audy Madik Karbineson; both she and her sister , Karla, they had both tested their gun skills alongside his. Audy usually won, but they were loyal to one still. All three proudly gave Jesus Christ the
praise for their skill with weaponry.
Bob prayed. "Lord Jesus Christ, help me to show God's love to this sin-wrecked world, that the lost may see YOU are the hope for eternal safety. Amen." He then went on patrol, down a semi-abandoned dirt road and he saw trouble after going a short way, also. "Coyotes" he mumbled.
Bob dropped to one knee and monitored the coyote through the Draco's reflex sight. A battered Chevette approached from the road's other part. Snorting Diesel smoke from a crudely modified engine, it stopped and let something off. The Chevette vanished from whence it came. "A puppy?!" Bob acted by shooting down the coyotes, one shot, one kill.
Bob drained a full thirty round magazine from the Draco. He reloaded as the remaining coyotes fled into some scrub brush. Bob saftied his Draco and rapidly walked to the puppy. It was tiny and its eyes were barely opened. It was white, smooth coated, with caramel-colored patches over its body, too. Bob slung his Draco and scooped him up. "Praise the Lord!"
Bob carried him back to the Mini-14 family
Bob gave the puppy a warm bath, with 'Dawn Dishwashing Detergent' He rinsed and blow dried the puppy. He put the puppy inside a cat carrier with a folded towel. The puppy went to sleep. Bob went to his secret money jar and removed some cash. He then left in his Gator with the puppy. There was a mall at the end of another dirt road he was now using. There was a teddy bear shop next to it. Bob got his puppy a hoodie. There were was a Pet Smart next to it. Bob got the puppy some booties. He then took the puppy to the animal clinic.
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