Later, in the sterile white of the decontamination bay, a man in a civilian jacket with no name tag came to collect the spent magazine. He handled it with rubber gloves.
“Seventy-three percent helical tension retention,” he muttered, reading a data slate. “Better than the prototype. The 97’s double-stack, quad-feed geometry is inefficient in static storage, but under full-auto stress, it achieves zero friction lock-up. The spring is a carbon-metallic weave. It breathes. It adapts.” Hk 97 Magazine
Mei looked at her hands. They were still shaking. “Why isn’t this standard issue?” Later, in the sterile white of the decontamination
The HK 97. Not a weapon. A secret.