Shooting Range, Wednesday evening

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Time to get in more practice. Scully had checked out the practice weapons available in the gun range, but was sticking to her own sidearm for practice.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

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[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda decided to get some target practice in as well. She set her targets for some movement, the more to challenger herself. Or, to better simulate actual battle.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully nodded to the newer girl, and kept shooting, careful with her aim in order to cluster her shots near the center of the target.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda nodded back to her.

Her shots might seem wild at first. But she was aiming specifically. Leg, shoulder and arm shots.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James heard the explosions.

He'd heard the sound before, playing with the smoke bombs and distillation of naptha, but this sounded different. Whatever it was, it sounded too regular to be something natural. He had to find out what it was.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully was shooting the target -- bang! bang! bang!-- with sure but steady aim, center mass, the head shot. She gave the newcomer an assessing glance, then went back to shooting.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James stared at the item in her hands. It looked similar to the one his Big Sibling had, and it was very loud.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully paused to re-load, and caught him watching her. "Hello. James, right?" She checked. She finished loading the gun. "You look like you haven't seen one of these too often.."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"This would be the second," he stated. "Quite loud for the size."

Interesting. Seems like a lot of moving parts with it.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Thus the hearing protection," Scully said, nodding toward the usual mufflers. "You could put them on, and it won't bother you as much."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He picked up a set of over-the-ear hearing protections, testing them, before slipping them on. He snapped his fingers and smiled. "Much better than cotton rags," he said, a trifle too loud.