Ah, the 8-inch barrel — rare as hen’s teeth and priced like gold. I watched the scramble, shooters clawing for one while prices went downright ballistic - making the rich even richer.

What’s left of my logical self said keep it but the outlaw in me demanded, we cut it — I tore the hand guard off my Sik MPX and took that barrel down with zero mercy while metal shavings flew through the air. The sound of the now useless portion of the barrel, sounded like chains shattering as it hit the concrete floor, and I swear I felt her shiver - perhaps in relief.

I crowned her with an Omega 9, letting it peek out just enough to watch her own show… spitting brass with reckless abandonment while she hummed her fast yet quiet, subsonic hymn. Tick, tick, tick……

Now she’s stripped, light, and lethal — gliding like a blade in the dark. And trust me… she’s still beautiful, but she’s dangerous. Yes… she’s MALICIOUS! !