Reggie, who normally served as standoff sniper, almost always used an
old AK-47 he had had for fifteen years and kept honed to perfection.
Nothing fancy, just deadly accuracy. Today, however, he was keeping it
in reserve, since this was close quarters. At the moment he was going
with his sentimental British favorite, an Enfield L85A1 assault rifle
that was the last product of the old Enfield Arsenal. Its special sling
meant it could be carried behind his back, and it was short, virtually
recoilless, and a marvel to behold on full-automatic.
For his own part, Armont had a Steyr-Mannlicher AUG assault rifle,
augmented with a Beta hundred-round C-Mag supposedly only available to
government organizations. He didn't like to bother changing clips,
which annoyed him as a waste of precious time, and the circular,
hundred-round dual magazine gave him--so he claimed--all the firepower he
needed. Besides, he liked to say, if a hundred rounds weren't enough to
take down an objective, then you hadn't planned it right and deserved
to be in the shit.
He gave five clicks into his walkie-talkie, which meant five seconds,
then stood back as Reggie got ready to blow the C-4.