Firing Range, Wednesday after lunch

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Pip is leaning against a weapons locker in the firing range, looking bored and wishing he had two hands so that he could light a cigarette.

Angel and his unnamed friend should be by soon.


[[OOC: Pip's here for Angel and whoever Angel's friend is, but anyone can use the range for their shooting things needs.]]