Shooting Range [Saturday evening]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela hadn't gotten her entire arsenal out of storage in quite some time, but this evening she felt like running through everything. The lack of missions from home was making her antsy. She just hoped it wasn't also making her rusty.

She'd have to make time to swing by Wellspring again sometime soon to brush up on her sniping skills. They were the ones she used least often, and were likely to need the most practice, after all.

But for now this would be fine. She had a dozen gun cases spread around her and she was carefully checking the contents of each of them in turn.

[Open for all your shooting poor helpless target needs.]

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[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

So, Jak kind of had someone he needed to talk to, and... this was where she ran, sometimes.

And look, there she was. "Hey." Beat. "Triela."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Bring a gun? Rosalind could do that.

She made a show of stopping by the locker for them before heading down to the range.

"Quite a collection."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

She was predictable that way. Even if she didn't expect people to actually seek her out.

"Jak," she said turning, only a hint of her surprise leaking through to her voice. "What's up?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully was going to have to call Mulder soon. But she wanted to be calm when she did it, and she had far too much to think about first.

At least shooting things was something she could still do without too much effort.

She nodded at the other girl as she entered, then quickly and efficiently donned her protective gear, picked an alley, and began shooting.

Not perfect. But very, very good. She let herself be absorbed by the adjustments that needed to be made, the minutiae of balance of grip, and then paused for a break after she'd emptied her gun twice.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"So... I'm on the reserves leadership now..." Jak still saw stars about the conversation that lead to that situation. "Zack and I were talking about maybe getting some target practice in at some point. With moving targets, not..." He nodded his head over there. "I was just wondering if you had any ideas."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela paused for a moment to watch the new girl. Then she set aside the sub-machine gun in her hands to focus her full attention on the shooting.

Huh.

There was something familiar about the stance...

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Each tool has its purpose," Triela shrugged. "And not everything I do requires subtlety."

Said the girl who's weapon of choice was a twelve-gauge shotgun.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Instead you seem to opt for destructive power," Rosalind commented, looking over the guns.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela's sudden smile would probably strike most people as disconcerting. "Moving targets? And I assume you want to use real guns rather than doing something like laser tag or paintball?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes," Triela admitted. "Speed, force, and shock tend to be better weapons than stealth when dealing with large groups. Though, sometimes, subtle approaches have their merits." Much as she hated to admit it.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Laser tag's not really the real deal."

Reservists: have your new leader, here.

"I know a few people back home who could probably program something up for the Danger Shop," he said, shrugging. "I was wondering about your, uh, tactical appray-- opinion."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind had never had a problem working her guns against large groups.

Of course, she could use magic as well.

"Depends on the job," she conceded. "Not all operatives excel at the same thing."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Danger shop's too familiar," Triela shook her head. "Better than paintball or laser tag, but it's got all those safety protocols. People know they can't be hurt, and it allows them to get sloppy."

She hummed thoughtfully. "If you had the space we might be able to set up a shoot-house, but technology from my world doesn't allow for very realistic moving targets in that kind of environment..."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"True enough. But a good operative can at least fit into any role necessary." Even if it wasn't their best or preferred one.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

It was pure FBI Special Agent, was what it was. Scully had been shooting this way for ten years now, there was no changing it. Just modifying it for muscle tone yet to be regained, and balance that was off.

She looked up and caught Triela watching, and blinked. "Hello. Do you know, is the range open every day?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Triela sounded a bit distracted as she eyed Scully.

As her gaze traveled up and down the new girl she seemed to be looking for... something in particular.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully paused to give her a penetrating look in return. Thin. Model-tall. She didn't carry herself like most girls that age, though. More... professional, as Rosalind would say. Scully blinked, then asked, "Can I help you with something?"

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"I could always drag everyone down to the shooting range back home," Jak said, laconically. "If they're lucky, they could even hit Krimzon Guard for target practice."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Rosalind replied evenly. "But a good leader will keep in mind the strengths and weaknesses of each operative and tailor their jobs as much as possible to conform with those."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela grinned. "While I think that'd be fun, I suspect some people might object."

She cocked her head slightly. "What exactly are you wanting to teach? Most exercises are good at some lessons but not others."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Have you been severely injured recently? Required a medical prosthesis or something like that?" Really, the question wasn't quite as out of left field as it sounded.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela nodded in agreement. "Well, I think it's obvious where my strengths lie," she stated, nodding at the heavier rifles. "What about your own?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully's eyes widened, and she didn't take a step back, but she still tensed up. "Why do you ask?... and no. No medical prosthesis."

Which wasn't a denial of the first part, and Scully's mind raced, wondering what was going on here.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak shrugged. Not that he was going to admit that he-- "Hadn't thought that far ahead," he said. "We just haven't had a lot of firearms training. People need to be active."

Because Precursors only knew Jak couldn't sit still for more than five minutes.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Handguns," she said, pulling hers out. "And sniper work."

She was a Turk. Sniper work was a necessity.