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Two shots cracked.
The target jerked on its rails. Bullets hit just left of center mass.
. . .
With a frustrated sigh, he locked the slide back, and set the gun down, reaching up to drag a hand through his hair,
"Not good enough." He muttered.
Redfield.
He'd seen the name on a locker that morning down the rows, had a nice dent in it.
He had taken some time to contemplate what kind of man he was to punch a locker. Seemed like someone to avoid really,
"Chris Redfield," he parroted. โฎง
A soft giggle escapes and she winks, only a playful jest.
"I actually came to practice myself, they let me use the range when I want to keep my skills sharp."
"I mean, it isn't bad-, that was a joke, my mouth just, it runs on a delay-"
He shifted, thumbing the strap of his walkie on his shoulder, glancing back at the empty lanes, โฎง
@CitrineWings / Well you know Iโm always interested Iโm just a bit more tied up with school on and off but feel free to tag any if mg accounts and Iโll get to it.
@ExtractionLead is my Chris by the way.