Falcon looked at the rifle in his hands. A massive weapon, bolt action, with a magazine three times the thickness of the one—now empty—that fitted his machine pistol. The barrel was long and thick, with some kind of Strange porting arrangement at the end. A muzzle brake. He stuck his finger into the muzzle, which was still hot from the passage of the bullet. The bore of the gun was wider than his finger. What did that make it? A fifty-caliber? What the frag kind of rifle was fifty-cal?