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fandomhighdorms2010-05-15 03:33 pm
sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2010-05-15 03:33 pm
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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.]
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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She figured Rosalind knew exactly how that went.
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"Of course," Rosalind said. "It's practically a requirement in our lines of work."
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"That too."
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Assuming you could handle the recoil. Luckily, Triela was a cyborg.
Seven rounds of buckshot were certainly overkill for a paper target, but it was quite satisfying.