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Shooting Range, Wednesday Afternoon

Wesley was really starting to wonder if he should get paid for administering these lessons. Still, after class and a brief campaigning session with Quinn, he stopped by the shooting range to meet Kenzi to teach her her way around a gun.

And, as he was waiting, maybe shot at the target with more force (and deadly accuracy) than usual. This past week hadn't exactly been relaxing.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice the tiny spy camera recording his every move.

[[Wes is here for she who is mentioned, but open range, of course!]]

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Kenzi was *focused*. Also, plans had been put into effect. Muahahah.

But that was for later! Now was for shooting! "Thanks again for this, Wes."

Wesley clicked on the safety, then turned, adjusting his earphones somewhat so that he could hear.

"Oh! Oh, of course. Don't mention it."

Immediately he pointed her to the boxes of safety equipment. With Kenzi, he was guessing that would probably be Very Very Necessary.

Yes! For the not getting hurt accidentally! At all! Kenzi took this shit seriously. Earphones! Eyeshields! "Do I get a vest?"

Wesley laughed at that. "No," he said with a grin. "No vest. So long as you keep the gun pointed in that direction -- " he gestured to the targets -- "you'll be just fine without one."

Please, Kenzi. Please keep it pointed in that direction.

The gun was now pointed very much in that direction. With only one hand, but very serious! "Like this?"

"I'd add a second hand," he advised, bringing his own hand up to show her where it should be. "Just like that."

[[Heading out for a bit, be back sooooon! OMG the notifs.]]

"Oh." Wait, right, like on cop shows. Kenzi did that and glared down the barrel, barely restraining a You want somma this? aimed at the targets. "Got it!"

[have fun. ahahaha.]

"Precisely." He leaned over to check her grip from both sides, then nodded in satisfaction. "Now. You'll want to keep your wrist loose, but you fingers comparatively firm. Find a comfortable grip, nothing too rigid."

"... this is going to be such great dirty talk when I find a guy who's into guns," Kenzi said absently, adjusting her grasp on the firearm. "This way?"

"Right, I'm choosing to ignore that, thank you," he said, and evaluated the way she was holding it. "Yes, that looks fine, although the exact positioning of the fingers is unique to the individual. You'll want to have your finger on the trigger just there."

"Now," he said. "Apart from the trigger, you'll want to direct you attention to two other places. This here on the side," he said, tapping a lever-like button, "is the safety. It prevents the bullets from entering a chamber, and thus keeps you unable to shoot." Which was why it was on now, thank you very much. "And over here is the button that allows the bullets to slide into the chamber. As I said, it won't work while the safety is on, but when you're ready to fire, you first click the safety off, then unload a bullet into the chamber and then fire."

Aaaaand breathe.

"Yeah, yeah, not aimed at you," Kenzi said absently. "Okay, finger on trigger.... Safety. Fan of that.... " She tilted her head to see the button for the bullet-slide, and nodded, biting her lip. "Safety, then unload a bullet, then fire." One two THREE. Okay. One two THREE. "How long have you been doing this again?"

Since he was way, way too young, but the actual number tended to freak people out. And yet he said it anyway.

"About a decade," Wesley said airily, as though it wasn't weird to picture an eight-year-old toting a gun. "Give or take."

Actually, give. A year.

"Whoooa," Kenzi said, honestly impressed. "Dude. Okay. So, should I try to shoot it now, or-- you go first."

Both to get used to it, and for better filming opportunities!

The spy camera filmed on as Wesley took the gun from her. Then, just to show off, he faced the target and inquired, "Any particular spot I should aim for?"

This was why people back at the Watchers' Academy had occasionally called him a smug git.

Kenzi cocked her head, and grinned. "Center of the neck in that body silhouette, Mob style?"

But if the competence matched here, he deserved a little smug.

Ready, and -- fire! Of course it hit exactly where Kenzi had specified, and then Wesley clicked the safety back on and offered her a fairly smug smile.

Now, if she had asked him to shoot two guns at once while flying through the air... oh, wait, he could do that too. Hmph.

"Simple, really."

"Can you do that with two guns? I mean, are you ambidextrous?" Kenzi asked, genuinely curious, and imitating his stance with the next silhouette over.

Pow!

Okay, the guy was missing his belt buckle, not his neck, but still. YAY!

"I'm not ambidexterous, but I could, yes," he answered. He really was doing his best not to sound like he was bragging, but alas, there was only so much he could do. Watching her shot, he nodded in approval. "Well done. You'll find it's a bit easier to shoot with one of these than with something larger, as this offers minimal recoil. But if you'd like to continue the lessons, we could move on to rifles."

CAREFULLY.

"Yes!" Kenzi punched the air, then settled down, attentive. "I want to defend myself. And other people. So, shotgun it is." She paused. "It's okay that I'm dreaming of shooting zombies from a slow-mo convertible fishtailing across a parking lot, right?"

~~Not like that ever happened on Angel or anything.~~

"So long as the zombies are actually evil," he granted. Then more sternly after a minute: "And not students here." That was key.

~~Of course not. That would just be weird.~~

"I'm nice to the zombies at work," Kenzi protested, watching Wes get out the guns. "I spritz them with Gremlin Repellant and everything."

Lemon Pledge. The zombies cringed a lot.

Wesley found it fairly horrifying that any establishment actually employed her, but to each his own, he supposed.

"How... thoughtful," he said, issuing her a rifle. "Now, this will offer a bit of recoil against your hand, but the mechanics should be the same. Though on this one, the safety's actually on the other side. Just here," he said, tapping it.

Kenzi went through it three times again, concentrating hard, and nodded, then said, "So, could you shoot something with a shotgun one-handed, or is that something that only movie characters can do?"

Wesley had the odd sense that he was being interviewed for something (what? NO! Really?), but he answered all the same. "I could," he said, thinking about it a bit more. "I doubt I'd try it unless it was necessary. And you certainly shouldn't."

Because THE PAIN. THE MISFIRED SHOTS. THE HORROR.

"Gotcha." THE FEAR OF OTHER PEOPLE. ... No, no, no, no. Seriousness! Guns!

Kenzi fired another couple practice shots, and asked, "Can I see you do that? Can I learn how?"

Wesley hesitated for a moment. Then --

"I'll show you, but it's rather more something that comes from practice than someting that's taught," he told her. "Unfortunately, it might be especially tricky for you personally, as it requires a particularly firm grip, while your... avocation depends more heavily on light fingers."

All this in just a moment of thought.

"Meaning I'm too un-muscled?" Kenzi pouted. A lot. "Well, okaaaay. But I am still learning that shotgun."

Film little camera, film!

Oh, it was filming. Quite well, actually. Topher had splurged on some nice film.

"You're welcome to. Just... with both hands, if you don't mind."

Then in the interest of being just a liiiiittle bit smug, he brushed off his shoulders, took the gun in his left hand, and fired toward the target.

It hit the silhouette right through where its eye would have been. And while his hand did hurt, he managed to refrain from actually rubbing his wrist the way he wanted to.

"Coooooooooooooooooool," Kenzi drawled, genuinely impressed. She bounced and grinned. That had to look awesome, didn't it? "Okay, have you had to use this stuff at Fandom? And how long before I get good at this?"

"I did, actually, have to fire at some invading creatures, yes," he totally did not brag. He simply informed Kenzi of it. And neglected to mention that one such creature had been Warren. See? Gentlemanly AND tough.

"As for the time it'll take, it's difficult to say. Though if you train independently on a rigorous schedule, your aim should improve within the next several months."

"Months?" Kenzi looked torn between hopeful and appalled. "Okay. I can... do that." Months! Gaaah.

"I'm sure you'll manage," he said, dryly amused by her obvious horror. That, or she'd give it up in a week. One of the two. "Just, ah... come see me if you need to borrow a gun," he decided, plucking the weapon in question out of her hand. "And I'll come with you."

Because she needed supervision. Lots of it.

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