Shooting range: Wednesday morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

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!]

Comments

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

"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."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

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

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Nimitz gave his own nod, then signed. Honor smiled. "He says it's a pleasure to meet you as well."

She nodded toward his lane. "What are you shooting?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Just a standard 9 mm. I'm getting better," he waved at the target, which showed a close grouping, centred around the heart, "but I need the practice, especially since I seem to have acquired a student."

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Honor eyed the target. He was a decent shot with the 9-mm, she admitted when she noted the grouping, zooming in with her prosthetic eye. "I'd say the practice is paying off. I'm sure your, ah, student appreciates the effort."

Sometimes being an empath around a group of hormonal teenagers was a bit of a hindrance.

She then lifted her own weapon and discharged the empty cartridge with practiced ease. "I prefer the 1911. It's a .45 caliber, so Andrew over here tends to call it a 'hand canon.'" Honor chuckled. "I suppose, in a way, he's right."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"That is a hell of a gun." Jack studied it, and it didn't take long before he was absolutely itching to try it. He figured it would be rude to ask, though. "I think I agree with Andrew."

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Honor fought the urge to smile. "Care to give it a try? I'll warn you, it has a bit of a recoil."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack's expression was best described as gleeful. "Yes. Please. If you don't mind." He held his hands out for it. "I'll be careful."

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Handing over the pistol, she showed him how to work the mechanism. She then handed him a cartridge. "Your turn."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded and loaded it carefully, moving over to the booth he'd been shooting in. This was so different from what he was used to shooting, and it wasn't just the weight of it.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he lifted it, sighted, and fired. And actually took a small step back from the force of the recoil. "Wow."

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Honor chuckled, nodding. "And this was the standard sidearm beginning in World War II. Can you imagine? The M1 Garand, and this? It's really remarkable, to be so old."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"It's incredible." Handling it with a great deal of respect, he offered it back to her. "I can see the appeal, though. There's something satisfying about firing it." Not that he was thinking about tracking down one of his own, not at all. "Thank you for letting me try it."

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome." She smiled, working the action and removing all bullets from the gun -- including the chambered round. These she returned to the case. With her arm just slightly off, she decided to see about having that fine tuned, rather than readjusting her shooting style.

"I should probably get back home...still a few things left to do before the end of the day." Handing the gun case to Andrew, she looked back to Jack. "A pleasure to meet you, Mister Harkness."

Internally, she smiled, sensing in him a spirit not unlike that of her former gunner's mate Horace Harkness -- droll sense of humor and always on the look out for a good fight. It brought a mental shudder to think what these two would do, teamed up.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack ducked his head in something that was sort of a bow, not sure why, but he felt the need for some sort of acknowledgement. "And you," he said with a smile.