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===In literature=== | |||
“I don’t deny it was fun. You feel like a hero, togged up in Kevlar annexures, camo-moly ALD codes, and those gleaming brass barrels on those old sweet bastard OSLAs. They don’t make stock lenders like that anymore. This modern dreck: it’s so anodyne, so commoditised, so dreadfully ''rectangular''.” | |||
“Man, the old Oslers were sweet. So light. So well-balanced. So nimble. You could trade in and out in a day. So forgiving. The suspension ride settlement fails like they weren't there. So utilitarian. Nothing superfluous, nothing glamorous, just clean, market-hardened functionality. No wonder the boss loved them so.” | |||
“They found themselves in a heap, Bundie standing astride them with the OSLA, an acrid wisp trailing from its muzzle. | |||
“How did you do that?” | |||
“What just happened?” | |||
“You did this with that?” | |||
Bundie cocked his head. | |||
In the right hands, the Osla is a powerful weapon. It may seem to be a quaint artefact of a bygone, chivalrous era, but don’t be misled. These babies have quite a punch.” | |||
“That old derelict shell burst to life. A threnody in magnesium light and crackling ozone. | |||
It may be old-school, but a well-calibrated and Orpington Small Loans Armoury makes a big hole — it’s easy to forget the damage they can do. ” |