He snapped clear the empty clip and rammed home another.

I moved along to the head of the road, discarding the nearly empty clip, mounting another.

There was no time to drop the empty clip and snap in a new one.

The pistol locked open on the empty clip and Ryan set it down.

First he ejected the empty clip and pulled the slide back.

The ping as the empty clip ejected brought my mind back into focus.

Lying in the scum was the empty clip from an M16.

Pulling the empty clip free, he closed the bolt to chamber a round.

He then carefully picked up his empty clips so they could be reloaded.

He tripped the magazine release and dropped an empty clip, a fresh one ready in his hand.