As the briefing ended, Oakley immediately proceeded outside towards the range. She was to be running as a designated marksman on this operation and had every intention to be a damn good one. She crossed the yard and walked inside, giving a nod to Tyler before walking over to where her weapons were stored.
She grabbed her tried and true SR25 from it’s crate and brought over a workbench, popping out the pins on the weapon’s body before removing the bolt and carrier from the body. She then moved to the front where she cracked loose the barrel nut and removed the entirety of the close quarters barrel assembly and set it aside. From here, she replaced the barrel with a standard 24”, blacked out instead of silver.
After the rifle itself was mostly reassembled, she grabbed the 8x rifle scope from the case and mounted it atop the rifle’s picatinny rail and also mounted the micro red dot on top of the scope itself for close quarters use. Oakley then mounted her low light range finder and attached it to the side of her rifle’s front rails, along with the compact bipod along the bottom of it.
Picking up her rifle, she quickly attached the suppressor and grabbed a magazine of subsonic 7.62mm ammunition. Oakley flipped down the bipod and rested the rifle on the shooting bench as she took a seat behind it. She slid the magazine into place and racked the charging handle with a grin, pulling down her hearing protection before looking down the scope at the 100m range. Child’s play. She scored five perfect head shots followed by another five chest shots, all within millimeters of each other.
Pulling out the mag, she then removed the suppressor and grabbed four mags of supersonic ammunition before proceeding to the long distance range. Oakley readied up at the 500m range and got into a prone position behind the rifle, locking a mag into place. Lining up her shot carefully, she slowed her breathing and gently squeezed the trigger, sending a sliver of full metal jacket 7.62mm ammunition down range which promptly slammed into the target. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her scope. Her hit was off.
She looked over to Tyler who was also at the range “My sight was off, what’s your excuse?” she said with a light laugh before looking back down range. She fired off another three shots in rapid succession, which all landed on target before standing and rapidly moving over to the close quarters range and switched on the red dot, taking rapid shots at the partially hidden targets before replacing the mag once again. It wasn’t long before she had spent all of her ammunition, and she walked back inside to retrieve her MP7.
She was going to be as ready as she could be for this op.
She grabbed her tried and true SR25 from it’s crate and brought over a workbench, popping out the pins on the weapon’s body before removing the bolt and carrier from the body. She then moved to the front where she cracked loose the barrel nut and removed the entirety of the close quarters barrel assembly and set it aside. From here, she replaced the barrel with a standard 24”, blacked out instead of silver.
After the rifle itself was mostly reassembled, she grabbed the 8x rifle scope from the case and mounted it atop the rifle’s picatinny rail and also mounted the micro red dot on top of the scope itself for close quarters use. Oakley then mounted her low light range finder and attached it to the side of her rifle’s front rails, along with the compact bipod along the bottom of it.
Picking up her rifle, she quickly attached the suppressor and grabbed a magazine of subsonic 7.62mm ammunition. Oakley flipped down the bipod and rested the rifle on the shooting bench as she took a seat behind it. She slid the magazine into place and racked the charging handle with a grin, pulling down her hearing protection before looking down the scope at the 100m range. Child’s play. She scored five perfect head shots followed by another five chest shots, all within millimeters of each other.
Pulling out the mag, she then removed the suppressor and grabbed four mags of supersonic ammunition before proceeding to the long distance range. Oakley readied up at the 500m range and got into a prone position behind the rifle, locking a mag into place. Lining up her shot carefully, she slowed her breathing and gently squeezed the trigger, sending a sliver of full metal jacket 7.62mm ammunition down range which promptly slammed into the target. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her scope. Her hit was off.
She looked over to Tyler who was also at the range “My sight was off, what’s your excuse?” she said with a light laugh before looking back down range. She fired off another three shots in rapid succession, which all landed on target before standing and rapidly moving over to the close quarters range and switched on the red dot, taking rapid shots at the partially hidden targets before replacing the mag once again. It wasn’t long before she had spent all of her ammunition, and she walked back inside to retrieve her MP7.
She was going to be as ready as she could be for this op.