Draft5

Wincing in pain, Annonette looked at the picture on her nightstand. Looking back was her and husband holding a trophy as the first cursed gun to ever win a match. She remembered all the trash talk from the waffegeists on how they have experience from when they were just firearms. However, what she remembered the most was the hug from her cursed claymore Mom, who cheered her on for the majority of her competition-shooting carrer. The memory almost drowned out the rough job her roommate was giving on fixing her gun body. The stuck action, and disassembled state of it translated to her not being able to move her flesh-and-blood humanoid body at all.

“Just like I told ya, ye have mud in yer spring.” Tammy said, the irish accent of the waffegeist indicating where she was awoken from an ar-18 rifle. “I know ya like this upper, but ye're not really a pampered target gun anymore. Look around, we’re in a muddy, hastily-built camp in the middle of the Tom Sweetly national forest. And we have no real guarantee them SIFTers won’t find us”

“You're paranoid.” Annonette said.

“Darn right I am!” she said “after I was rather publicly awakened, everyone was talkin’ ‘bout what to do with me. Some saying I should be melted, some saying I should have my barrel plugged. The only ones who were trying to just let me be me were the ‘racist’ conservatives and were constantly shouted down. They finally snuck me over here when the ban happens, and now the courts say that bit of tyranny trumps my human rights! So yeah, color me paranoid!”

She felt the water rush through her recoil spring like one of those nuclear laxatives people take before a colonoscopy, cleaning most of the dirt and debris out of her recoil spring. She also felt the harsh bristles of Tammy's brush almost eat at her spring, What I’d do to have my husband do it. I swear she’s trying to wreck my buffer system. She thought to herself

“There! try getting a less gappy upper. It’s supposed to be fluted, not bored”

“Yeah, I hear ya, have you heard about the fight light lmg upper? I could put my autosear to good use.”

“Ye target guns can't even handle a 30-rounder on semi without yer going for husband's flute. Why on Earth did ye go to the trouble of getting an autosear?”

“Mostly because it was so hard to get. Sort of like hitting a target a mile away, or in a shorter amount of time. So about the…”

“Heard nothing, I'm not compatible with those gimmicky uppers. Not a bad idea though, all things considered. Might want a heavier trigger.”

“It's still on the way.”

After her gun body was put back together, Annonette was then tasked with checking the ammunition that just came in. She bolted on a dwarrowtech magic sight and scanned the boxes pallet by pallet.  With the trackers gon two checkponts ago, she was looking for something else unusual or dangerous. In the boxes of AK bullets some of the casings flashed solid red, indicating that the gunpowder was replaced with C4, which would destroy the firearm. a few 5.56 and 9mm flashed green tips indicating incendiary tracers, a bad idea to use in the woods. At that point she got to the 8mm Kurtz. There wasn't the usual funny business, but she noticed a box her optic couldn't see through. It was rather difficult to see in the pallet with how tight the cartridges were packed. She decided to pull the box out and open it.

As her optic was overwhelmed by the magical signal, she knew she made a mistake.