fandomhighdorms | The Range [Early Monday afternoon]

Triela had been thinking quite a bit about her last session on the range with Karla. Those shields had been very impressive, and while she didn't think of the other girl as a direct threat there was always a little voice at the back of her mind whispering that she had to know how to take down anyone she encountered.

And she thought she had a solution.

The gun case in front of her was in the sort of pristine condition that suggested it didn't get used very often, but the weapon she pulled out had still been very carefully cared for. It wasn't the sort of thing she'd choose for most missions. Too unwieldy and too little ammunition, but for the very specialized situation of the shields Karla had demonstrated this should do nicely.

Triel didn't normally bother with ear protection despite how often she insisted on it when others were on the range, but today she was wearing it. Which was a good choice, she decided, because the sound of two ten gauge rounds firing virtually simultaneously would have hurt even her ears.

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"Sure, no one should be using a weapon they haven't been trained to use, but with gun club around," by which she meant herself, "there's no reason not to learn how to use a gun."

"There's fight club, too, and I don't go there and learn how to bash people's heads in," Romeo countered, but with little heat. "Still. It does seem like self-defense is a basic skill."

"If you're practicing with a sword all the time you should learn to use a real weapon," Triela insisted. And, yeah, she may have been a bit snippy there.

"Perhaps. It's not for me to decide," Romeo offered coolly. He had a better idea why Triela was upset now, and he was not injecting himself in any debate between Triela and Arthur; he wasn't that stupid, and he didn't actually care that much, if it came down to it.

"You're here as a resource if anyone changes their mind, at least."

"True," she allowed, sighing heavily but seeming to relax after she did.

"Oh, hey," she said suddenly, mental gears shifting. "I don't think I ever gave you your going-away present."

"You got me a present?" Romeo was surprised, and more than a little touched. "I didn't think to get anything for you."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," she pointed out with a smirk. "And it's for you and Dojima, really. So you shouldn't feel too special."

She reached into one of her inner coat pockets and felt around for something.

"I will feel precisely half as special as I did a moment ago," Romeo said, folding his arms as he waited.

"I think you may be overestimating your importance there," Triela teased. An aha! look settled onto her face as she apparently found what she was looking for. Her hand came out of the pocket with a slim metal case which she opened and looked through.

Then she extracted to small pieces of plastic and held them out. Mobile phone SIM cards.

"You wound me, Triela," Romeo claimed as he took the plastic and looked at it, confused. "These are something for a phone, aren't they?"

... no one ever said the Montague was a technological genius.

"I'm sure it's not fatal," Triela laughed.

Then she nodded. "Yep. They're SIM cards. They're what determines the phone number assigned to a mobile phone. Both of these have my mission phone number programmed in so if you ever need to get in touch with me in a hurry you can."

She shrugged. "Besides, Priscilla says you should always have an extra SIM card because that means you'll always have an extra phone number that no one else knows about so they can't tap it." Priscilla may also have worked for a highly paranoid government agency.

"Yurika will love these," Romeo said, a smile creeping over his face. (Romeo's girlfriend also worked for a highly paranoid agency.) "Thank you, Triela."

He eyed her, trying to decide if she was the hug type. Well, even if she wasn't, he was: He held his arms out gingerly.

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Triela eyed him right back because she most definitely wasn't. But... well, it would just be the once, and she could live with that. She stepped forward gingerly and sort of awkwardly wrapped her arms around him.

"You're welcome."

The world's most awkward hug ended quickly, at least. Romeo stepped back. "I have to go," he said apologetically. "But I will be in touch. Mark that."

"Be safe," Triela said softly as her hands settled loosely at her sides. "And don't let Dojima do anything too stupid. At least if you can figure out some way to stop her."

"If there is a way to stop her and breath in my body, I will," Romeo promised, biting his lip. "Though ... what worries me is that she may not tell me."

"It's what she is," Triela nodded. Then, with a grin that was only half-teasing, "I hope you both survive." Physically and emotionally.

"We will," Romeo said, and bowed his head so she couldn't see the doubt cross his face. "And I wish the same for you."

"For as long as I can," she promised wryly. "Now don't let me keep you. I don't want to explain you tardiness to anyone if you're late."

Romeo gave her one last sunshiny smile to cover his concern. "I'm off," he agreed, and turned to go. "Farewell, Triela."

"Farewell, Romeo." Her words were soft and short. What more was there to say, after all?

The Range [Early Monday afternoon]

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