Gun Range, Tuesday Evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

After the world's most annoying conversation, Sam felt the need to shoot things. A lot of things.

So here she was, under her ear protection, blasting the hell out of targets with her 9 mm.

[ooc: Open to all, but she's not feeling overly social.]

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He'd have thought Sam's presence would be a distraction. Thought he wouldn't be able to concentrate. It seemed to be having the opposite effect as he smoothly squeezed the trigger, emptying the clip. He didn't look at the target as he lowered the gun, but it had felt right.

He flicked on the safety and cast a glance over his shoulder at Sam. "How'd I do?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Looked good," Sam said, "though we'll have to check the target to be sure. How'd you feel? Comfortable? Gun not too heavy?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Good, extremely, and no." He set the gun down and grinned at her. "Can we check the target now?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam grinned back. "Put the safety on first, cowboy, then go."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Already done." Jack tapped the gun. "Parker taught me the basics. She'd have done something terrible to me if I forgot that." He hit the button and the target trundled up to them. "Huh. Not bad." There were a couple of strays, but the majority of holes were closely grouped around the centre, and he held it out to Sam.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Want me to tack it to the refrigerator in the common room?" Sam held it out in front of her. A stray here and there, but not in one specific location that would indicate a problem with stance or aim that needed to be corrected.

"Good. I think you just need practice, now. At some point, I'd love to get you into the Danger Shop and run a simulation with practice weapons, so you get used to more real-life scenarios." Not to mention learning how to shoot at people that actually looked like people. If he froze in that situation, she needed to know as early as possible.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"No. Some things are more effective if no one knows you can do them." Jack folded the target in careful halves, then quarters. "And could we? I'd like to practice against moving targets. Convenient as it would be?" He smiled down at Sam. "I'm pretty sure most things aren't going to hold still so you can shoot them."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"No, you'll find that that very seldom happens," she admitted. "We'll have to talk to the administration. I wouldn't mind the practice either, though."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack set the target next to the gun. "You, me, running around shooting at things? Sounds like fun. Think they'll go for it?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if we don't phrase it exactly like that," she poked him in the ribs.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Jack grabbed her hand, holding it tight. "This is mine now," he told her. "Okay, how about we participate in an exercise designed to encourage the development of teamwork among students and to improve hand-eye coordination, while at the same time granting an opportunity to increase physical fitness and agility. We could also add in something about school spirit."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Or just being prepared for the next zombie invasion," Sam tugged at her hand, but not very hard, "because that's much shorter. Although yours sounded better, so let's go with that."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Mine," he repeated, grinning at the half-hearted tugging as he kissed her palm. "And I'm good with whatever you think'll work."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna need that back eventually," Sam teased.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"When I'm done," he said primly, and kissed the tip of each finger, then her thumb, then the inside of her wrist.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"And when is that going to be?" Not that she was in a rush...

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm?" It was a vague, distracted sound as he skimmed his fingers lightly up her arm, still holding tight to her hand, dipping into the curve of her elbow, then back down.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"My hand?" Sam really, really wanted to give in, but there were guns to clean first.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right." Grinning, Jack opened his fingers so she could pull her hand away. "Got distracted."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Sam looked back down the alley. "You want to shoot another round or two, or do you want to clean weapons and get out of here?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He glanced down the alley, then back at Sam. "Would 'out of here' involve somewhere private?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"It could...or we could wait, and you could do both..."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Visisbly torn, he looked back down the alley, then nodded sharply. "Okay. I'm supposed to be learning, so practice, then privacy." As he walked over to resume his place at the mouth of the alley, he added, "And anticipation's not a bad thing."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Nope." Sam walked back over and got her gun, then reloaded the clip and headed back into her own alley. "Ready?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Always." He slipped another clip into his gun, settled himself, and started firing. The more he did this, the more he liked it. And it was even better with Sam here.