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Shooting Range [Saturday evening]

Triela hadn't gotten her entire arsenal out of storage in quite some time, but this evening she felt like running through everything. The lack of missions from home was making her antsy. She just hoped it wasn't also making her rusty.

She'd have to make time to swing by Wellspring again sometime soon to brush up on her sniping skills. They were the ones she used least often, and were likely to need the most practice, after all.

But for now this would be fine. She had a dozen gun cases spread around her and she was carefully checking the contents of each of them in turn.

[Open for all your shooting poor helpless target needs.]
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[identity profile] unborn-renegade.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
So, Jak kind of had someone he needed to talk to, and... this was where she ran, sometimes.

And look, there she was. "Hey." Beat. "Triela."

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She was predictable that way. Even if she didn't expect people to actually seek her out.

"Jak," she said turning, only a hint of her surprise leaking through to her voice. "What's up?"

[identity profile] unborn-renegade.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"So... I'm on the reserves leadership now..." Jak still saw stars about the conversation that lead to that situation. "Zack and I were talking about maybe getting some target practice in at some point. With moving targets, not..." He nodded his head over there. "I was just wondering if you had any ideas."

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Triela's sudden smile would probably strike most people as disconcerting. "Moving targets? And I assume you want to use real guns rather than doing something like laser tag or paintball?"

[identity profile] unborn-renegade.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Laser tag's not really the real deal."

Reservists: have your new leader, here.

"I know a few people back home who could probably program something up for the Danger Shop," he said, shrugging. "I was wondering about your, uh, tactical appray-- opinion."

[identity profile] give-areason.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Bring a gun? Rosalind could do that.

She made a show of stopping by the locker for them before heading down to the range.

"Quite a collection."

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Each tool has its purpose," Triela shrugged. "And not everything I do requires subtlety."

Said the girl who's weapon of choice was a twelve-gauge shotgun.

[identity profile] give-areason.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Instead you seem to opt for destructive power," Rosalind commented, looking over the guns.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes," Triela admitted. "Speed, force, and shock tend to be better weapons than stealth when dealing with large groups. Though, sometimes, subtle approaches have their merits." Much as she hated to admit it.

[identity profile] give-areason.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Rosalind had never had a problem working her guns against large groups.

Of course, she could use magic as well.

"Depends on the job," she conceded. "Not all operatives excel at the same thing."

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[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Scully was going to have to call Mulder soon. But she wanted to be calm when she did it, and she had far too much to think about first.

At least shooting things was something she could still do without too much effort.

She nodded at the other girl as she entered, then quickly and efficiently donned her protective gear, picked an alley, and began shooting.

Not perfect. But very, very good. She let herself be absorbed by the adjustments that needed to be made, the minutiae of balance of grip, and then paused for a break after she'd emptied her gun twice.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Triela paused for a moment to watch the new girl. Then she set aside the sub-machine gun in her hands to focus her full attention on the shooting.

Huh.

There was something familiar about the stance...

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It was pure FBI Special Agent, was what it was. Scully had been shooting this way for ten years now, there was no changing it. Just modifying it for muscle tone yet to be regained, and balance that was off.

She looked up and caught Triela watching, and blinked. "Hello. Do you know, is the range open every day?"

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes." Triela sounded a bit distracted as she eyed Scully.

As her gaze traveled up and down the new girl she seemed to be looking for... something in particular.

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Scully paused to give her a penetrating look in return. Thin. Model-tall. She didn't carry herself like most girls that age, though. More... professional, as Rosalind would say. Scully blinked, then asked, "Can I help you with something?"

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Leda had come by for some target practice. Triela being here was just an added bonus.

"Hey stranger."

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Leda," Triela nodded. "It's been a while."

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"It has. I've been...eh, dealing with issues I guess. How've you been?"

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"No real changes since last we spoke," Triela admitted with a shrug.

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Any new toys in your collection?" By which she meant guns of course.
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[personal profile] notagoose 2010-05-15 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
After finishing writing his report, Goose really wanted to shoot something and so he headed down to the shooting range, getting out his blasters as he did so.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Triela glanced up at the newcomer and offered a polite nod. She then took a few seconds to examine him. You never knew what you might pick up from someone's appearance, after all.
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[personal profile] notagoose 2010-05-15 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Goose nodded back, "hello," he said, noticing that he was being examined.

He was used to it, being a seven foot tall Supertrooper and all.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
True. But height was obvious, and Triela continued her examination wondering if she'd learn anything else.

Of course that was no excuse not to be polite. "Hi," she responded with a nod. "You're new?"
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[personal profile] notagoose 2010-05-15 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Goose nodded, "I started last week," he said, "Shane Gooseman but most people call me Goose,"

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