The Range [Early Monday afternoon]

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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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[withoutverona]

"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."

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

[withoutverona]

"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."

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"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."

[withoutverona]

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

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