Shooting Range [Monday afternoon]

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Triela wasn't stressed out. The Conditioning made that something that took a lot of work, but she was feeling... antsy. Like she needed to do something but there was nothing to do. The Agency hadn't called her for an active mission in months, and they hadn't even sent new (ridiculous) wardrobe instructions in a while. All in all, it was aggravating.

So Triela was at the range. The simple process of shooting always helped focus her, and that was definitely a good thing. It served as a useful distraction. And it'd keep her sharp. Because she'd get a mission eventually.

Main campfire [Monday evening]

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Ben still had a residual headache from the pounding music in Stark's earlier in the day, but he decided that it was nothing grilled sausages and marshmallows couldn't fix.

Besides, the weather was too nice out tonight to waste it by being indoors. Ben sat on a log next to the crackling fire, grilling a sausage with half his attention. The other half was focused on the stars.

It'd been too long since he'd flown.