Magazine | Hk 97

The bioconstruct, callsign "Chimera," had evolved beyond standard threat parameters. It had shed its human disguise in the abandoned subway station, revealing a torso made of shifting crab-shell and limbs that ended in hypodermic stingers. When Mei’s squad opened fire, their standard mags ran dry in three-second bursts. The Chimera just laughed, a wet, gurgling sound.

The weapon clicked empty. Smoke curled from the translucent magazine, and Mei saw that the frozen-lightning spring had uncoiled, lying dormant at the bottom of the housing. It had given everything. Hk 97 Magazine

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. Hk 97 Magazine