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Shooting range: Wednesday morning

Jack had given Irulan a call yesterday, and arranged to meet her at the range for practice after he got out of Spy Tech.

He conscientiously posted the rules (mostly because if he didn't, he had a feeling Parker would know, and visit unspecified harm upon him) -

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

- then geared up, grabbed a gun, and amused himself by trying to hit the target with one eye closed while he waited for Irulan.

It wasn't going well.

[ooc: Jack's waiting for Irulan, but completely open!]

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Irulan arrived precisely at the specified time Jack indicated she was, again, not wearing her headdress. She immediately saw Jack and approached him. "Hello."

Jack had seen her out of the corner of his eye and stopped shooting. He smiled, set down the gun, and pushed his ear covers off. "Hey, Irulan. You are looking incredible, as always."

"Thank you," Irulan said, smiling. She had not seen Jack for a while and seeing him again truly pleased her.

"You're welcome." He grinned and wandered closer, quite close, actually, but he didn't touch her. "And I have to thank you, as well."

Irulan frowned in confusion. "For what?"

He could explain, but it was much more fun to put his head on her shoulder and purr. It wasn't a great purr, but it wasn't bad, and he rubbed his cheek against her shoulder.

Irulan looked down, far more confused until he started purring, it sounded different now but she recognized it anyway. "Mnyama?!"

Jack grinned. "Yeah, that was me, sort of. I got changed into him for the weekend of weirdness." Not that he was moving his head now that she'd figured it out. "You give great ear scratches."

There was no way stopping that blush. "I-- well, it's--" Irulan cleared her throat, "I have a pet tiger and, and you --*he* seemed lonely."

"I think he was," Jack said as lifted his head, dropping the grin to look at her seriously. "And you were kind to him." He very gently kissed her cheek, knowing anything else would probably freak her out completely. "Thank you."

'You're welcome, Jack, it was entirely my honor,' was her entirely eloquent answer but somehow it wouldn't get pass her brain and all she could do was blush even redder. "I-er, yes, this is-- that is... you're. Yes."

Jack took pity on her and backed off, giving her some space. "It made a big difference to him," he explained as he headed for the weapons locker to get safety equipment and a gun for Irulan. "You ready to practice?"

It took a few moments before Irulan realized that Jack had moved away, she refrained placing her hand on her cheek and nodded vigorously because apparently, speaking was a lost art to her now.

Honor had felt a bit restless since Hamish's departure on Monday night. After a few rounds in the dojo, she decided that demolishing a few paper targets might be a good idea. With her antique Colt, she settled into one of the alleys. Nimitz made himself at home in the booth next to her, ear protection in place, while Andrew looked on from behind.

Jack paused and glanced over at the new arrivals, and it quickly turned into a long, curious look. That had to be a teacher, but he'd never seen one with someone who was so obviously a bodyguard, or who carried a pet around with her.

Andrew gave the younger man a long look, making a mental note to check the security files when he got back to the house. He clasped his hands down in front of him, and took on his most threatening, disinterested expression. He had been, after all, a Grayson Marine.

For her part, Honor felt the prickle of curiosity through her link with Nimitz. The 'cat seemed to sense a sort of kindred spirit in Jack, and gave his own expression of amusement. Beside him, Honor lowered her pistol and brought her target forward with the mechanical arm. The grouping was fairly close; the most recent adjustments to her prosthetic, however, had left a slight tremor. She would either have to compensate or have her father adjust it further.

"Spend a bit of time around firearms?" Honor asked, turning a smile on Jack.

[AFK a bit. Will pick this up after gym and dinner. =) ]

Jack couldn't help but notice the bodyguard's suddenly far more threatening expression, and he tried his best not to grin in response. Somehow, he didn't think it would go over well.

He couldn't help but smile back at Honor, however, and he safetied his gun and set it down. "Unless a bit of time is less than a year, then no," he replied. "A friend of mine started teaching me back in June, so I'm very new at it. But there's something incredibly appealing about shooting. I'm Jack Harkness, by the way." He considered offering his hand, then glanced at the bodyguard and thought better of it.

Honor extended her hand, tossing a glance toward Andrew. "Honor Harrington," she said. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Harkness."

Jack grinned and shook her hand. "The pleasure's all mine, Ms Harrington," he said, and glanced over at Nimitz. "Your little friend doesn't mine the noise of the guns?"

"Oh he minds immensely," Honor replied. Nimitz, sensing he was the center of attention, sat back on his haunches, revealing his middle paws and true-hands. "He just has ear protection, and doesn't mind humoring me once in a while."

The 'cat performed various movements with his true-hands, eyes gleaming. "Yes," she continued, reading his signs, "I think he and Andrew prefer it to my swimming habit, actually. He understands the need for handguns; immersing myself in water -- not so much."

Jack stared at Nimitz in total fascination. "Not a pet then," he said absently, moving closer. "That's sign language, isn't it?"

"More of a companion, really. Treecats are particular in who they adopt. They've only learned to sign over the past few years." She chuckled. "Now we can't shut them up."

"A Treecat." Jack flashed a quick smile at Honor before turning his attention back to Nimitz. "I was wondering what he was. Does he have a name?"

"The name I gave him is Nimitz...after Chester Nimitz, an Earth Navy admiral." She smiled, reaching over to run a hand through his cream and grey fur. "His own people call him 'Laughs Brightly.' Given his wicked sense of humor, I can understand why."

Nimitz gave snort, twitching his nose at her.

Their exchange made him chuckle, and he inclined his head towards the treecat. "Hey, Nimitz. Jack Harkness, it's good to meet to you."

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