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!]

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[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.