It was nearly the witching hour.

She came on a black Mazda 626, plate number TJC 868.

 

I was late. She's had it from a tiring day. On a short fuse from the long trip, she was itching to punish me for my sin with her 9.6v Sanyo battery pack, System 120S FTK, Prometheus sintered bushings, G&P cast aluminum metal receiver, and two extra locap magazines.

 

Do me, she said.

 

I did.

 Not in the shadows of the 24-hour McDonalds where we met.  As soon as we got home, I did.

Slipping the metal body into her was a piece of cake.  Almost like a hot knife into melting butter. But more like sheathing a blade into a custom leather scabbard; or a .44 magnum into a Kadex holster. Snug, warm, and excitingly comfortable.

The G&P cast aluminum upper receiver had the expected trades.

No big deal that it omitted the ASGK and TM logos but the lack of the FN trade present in the stock plastic upper receiver was a bit of a downer.

Eager to show what she's capable of, we set up a target 25' away ( it was all the space we could use without causing a riot in my place). Initial tries at hitting an A4 sheet with .2 KSC Perfect bbs gave me a shock -- the hits were all over the edges of the sheet.

"Fool," she snarled, "you have not zeroed my RD, MORON!!!"

Humbled and shamed, I went about zeroing her. Took a bit of doing but finally got it right.

Jumping with unbridled joy, I took her in my arms, danced around and pointed at the hits.

"Am out of my f*****ing mind, love, you do deliver what you promise. Look at that!!!!. ALL IN THE BLACK. And everything within an inch of the point of aim -- even at full auto, 10-round bursts, and changing aim points.!!!"

Enviable endurance too! Eight 50-round magazines for the 8.4v 700 maH R9 battery! Imagine what she can do with the 9.6v Sanyo. Or a 20C 7.4v lipoly!!

But there was a downside. When zeroed for 25'  the sight adjustment screws were way above the plates of the upper receiver and the ON/OFF button had recessed almost beyond fingering reach.

That irked her.

She wrenched herself out of my arms and petulantly packed up to return to her family.

She's staying where she is until I can appease her with a Prometheus tight barrel.

"You've always known I hate floppy thingies in my insides," she told me, pouting.

We still see each other, Yetta and I. For now. but she won't allow me into her innermost core until we get that pesky tightbore.