civilian can own an M11. The manual that comes with it is military too. All the

contents of the box are original. There’s even a warning in there about

radiation leakage from the tritium sights, but that’s only for the Army and Navy

versions, not the Air Force. So you’ll have to find something else to kill you.”

Donohue laughed and slapped Rogers on the shoulder.

 

Rogers fought back a nearly overwhelming urge to crush the man’s face in

retaliation.

 

Donohue continued, “Now, it’s based on the original P228 frame, so it will only

accept the thirteen-round mags. It comes with three. It won’t work with the

fifteen-round mags.” Rogers held the gun, sighted through it, checked the

balance, slid his fingers along the grip, and slid back the rack twice to test

the action.

 

Donohue said, “It’s got the carbon steel slide instead of the milled version the

P229 has. But there’s only about a two-ounce difference between the two.” “You

mind if I strip it?” “Go ahead. I got nothing to hide. Just be gentle with her.”

Donohue laughed and slapped Rogers on the shoulder again. “Damn, man, I bet

you’re older’n me, but I don’t think you got an ounce of fat on you. Just muscle

and gristle.” He slapped his substantial belly. “Me, I’m just fat!” He laughed

again.

 

Rogers nimbly field-stripped the pistol and then put it back together.