Shooting Range, Thursday Morning

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So they had actually given Dante back his guns at the weapons locker. That was like, one point in the island's favor. Probably. Unless it was a trap.

Either way, Dante was happy to have that familiar weight back in his hands. He took a moment to enjoy it, twisting the guns around in his hands. "Ebony," he greeted, "Ivory. Ladies. Hope it's been educational."

The truth was he didn't really need practice. Firing the guns, aiming, it had always come naturally; he didn't even need to slap in ammo to make them work. Never did figure out how that worked out, but that's why they said shit about gift horses, right? He walked up to the range, got a target set up, and gave the girls a last little twirl before firing. Dead center. Not bad.

Maybe he could hit some of the other targets on the ricochet, as long as there was nobody around...

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