Inhuman | Chapter 17: Home Again [old edition]
Hartling scanned the area through her rifle's scope, her eye cast in green from the electronic display.
Task Force - This is Not a Drill
Easterling had left two smaller cases for the rifle once it was set up, as well a briefcase if i was using as a collapsible. i removed the bolt and scope, folded the stock, and stored my rifle in one of them.
Burdens
His assault rifle pivoted back and forth as he blasted enemy after enemy with prolonged accurate bursts.
Getting Back; Chapter 2
"and you ought to take that rifle. just don't do anything stupid with it". he gave her a questioning stare. "i want him back, too," she murmured.
Dinner in Ponyville
Gathered there in the corner was his backpack, along with his rifle standing awkwardly against a bookshelf.
None So Vile 14: Beyond the Barricades
They left their cover, breaking up into smaller chunks as they marched steadily forward, rifles ready.
Mad Jack
The fat rifle looked comfortable in his hands, as natural the revolver looked in jack's.
In the Darkness...
Bearing his rifle, he entered the monotonous hallway and proceeded onwards. the light stemming from his rifle revealed the deserted corridor and its long dried blood pools.
Sharpening the Sword
For the shooter, it was almost as if he had not fired the rifle at all.
The Battle of Tare
Tyr answered, flicking his rifle's firing mode selector over to full auto.
The Heat of Battle
_“seems i am not the only one that is, ‘out of it.’”_ he chuckled softly, the bark of his rifle cutting out the reverberations of his low laughter.
Mojave Redemption - Part 2
Chief said, pushing the barrel of the rifle downward. "we need him alive for questioning and work. now let's get a move-on."