Jacob examined the bolt head of his AK carefully. He had noticed the other day while cleaning it that the firing pin was getting sticky. It probably wasn't a big deal, but Jacob didn't want to take the chance of having a slam fire incident. He used the small punch he had to push the small vertical axis pin out of place, allowing the firing pin to come free. It was easy to see the gunk that had been building up on the firing pin, along with inside it's chamber. It wasn't too surprising; an open space in a part of the gun that isn't regularly cleaned getting some residue buildup. Nothing some gun solvent, oil, and a q-tip couldn't fix.

Jacob dipped one end of a clean q-top into the cleaning solution before plunging it down the firing pin chamber. He made sure to do a thorough job of cleaning it out, since he couldn't really get a good look inside. He went through about 4 q-tips before moving on to the firing pin itself, which proved much more easy to clean, needing just a cloth and a dab of solvent to completely purge it of contaminants. He put the solvent away and took the bottle of oil, squeezing a few drops onto the sides of the firing pin before sliding it back into place. He began to search for the axis pin when he realized he forgot where he put it.

"You gotta be kidding," he muttered, setting the incomplete bolt aside and searching his table for the pin. He knew he wouldn't have put it anywhere other than somewhere easily accessible... right? After checking every part of the table within arms' reach, he began to check his pockets when he heard something small hit the floor next to his chair. "Oh," he said, realizing it must have slid off of his leg. He picked the small pin up and gave it a quick wipe-down with the cloth before setting it back in place. He shook the bolt a bit, making sure he had gotten rid of the problem. Satisfied with his work, he put the bolt back in the carrier group and began to re-assemble the rifle. He always admired Kalashnikov's principles of making a rifle simple enough for a monkey to use and more reliable than any other rifle in it's class. He could only think of one drawback, and that was it's tendency to overheat under sustained fire.

Once he got the rifle re-assembled he racked the action, emitting a satisfying *cla-chack* that brought a smile to his face. "Man, I love guns," he said, pulling the bolt back a little, then pressing the trigger to release the hammer in such a way that it wouldn't dry-fire. He gave a look at the magazine and scope he had set aside, attaching them both to the rifle before standing up and slinging it over his shoulder. He let out a sigh before heading out of the makeshift shop to see what the others were up to.