Driving back to the all-night diner, he pulled the SIG autopistol from the glovebox and, after checking the load, stuffed it into the waistband of his cutoffs, tugging his shirt down to cover it up.Marko noted with approval that the passage did not read
Driving back to the all-night diner, he pulled the SIG P-229 in .40S&W from the glovebox, slightly retracting the forged, Nitron-finished slide to see the glint of brass, reassuring him that the 165-grain Winchester SXT was in the chamber. Slipping the piece into his Alessi CQC holster, he tugged his shirt down to cover it up.Which, while it would pad out the word count for the check from the Men's Adventure novel publisher, would obviously put the story in the category where the protagonist spends all his time grinning wolfishly before either busting caps in improbable numbers of bad guys or ravishing assorted heroines who, for all their alleged skills and supposed romantic attractions are constantly in need of rescue and possess marginally more fleshed-out personalities than fembots.
Friend Staghounds, in the comments to the previous post, complains legitimately that...
Characters drive generic cars to fungible houses wearing undescribed clothes, but every weapon gets a description Sotheby's would reserve for the Pollock on the catalogue cover.And as a quasi-literate gun nut, I have to agree. Look, if you want verisimilitude, feel free to throw in a brand name or two; make sure the caliber, if mentioned, is correct for the gun and use; maybe even have your character reload at some point; but please don't let the action and character development bog down in a sales brochure for the latest product from HK or Bushhamster, okay?