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Post by odin on Jul 1, 2009 11:49:19 GMT -8
Alex placed the M1911pistol on his hips as he aimed down the sights of his K98 Mauser, it was a new issue. Not to mention he took his personal likings for these rifles, because it was a dead accurate rifle with a big caliber enough to kill an opponent with a single bullet. One shot was always a one kill from this, usually. Depending where the bullet hit it guaranteed an instant knock down; Alex squeezed the trigger letting the bullet fly out of the barrel.
“One shot is always a one kill from this weapon. Accurate and deadly, the barrel is freshly cleaned, smooth bolt action, and with polished trigger I’ll fire this baby all day.”
As always his aim surpassed his soldiers’ expectations, but surprisingly he got a mouth shot on the target. Ouch, a big caliber like that would leave a large hole on his lips, a couple of broke teethes, and penetrated back throat. Alex pulled the bolt back as he fired another, this time it was the forehead, another, and another until he was completely empty as it made a loud clinking noise. All the shot patterns were right at the head. He wasn’t as lieutenant Hawkeye of course, but he did come close. Alex loaded in five round stripper clip right into the weapon and closed the bolt, “Boy do I love this weapon.”
He didn’t have to worry about running out of ammunitions today; Alex made some with a couple of supplies that he had bought. Lead and some copper made large sums of ammunitions that he could fire down the shooting range, he was alone as usual. The recruits and trainees were at R&R (rest and relaxation) for today, they managed to impress Alex how much that has improved after they came here. Their techniques were polished and teamwork planning was excellent, one time they've even managed to nearly throw Alex off of his balance during CQC scenario.
“Now that I think of it, these recruits ain’t doing that bad lately. Maybe I should give them some more R&R time since I’ve beat them up too much yesterday.”
105th Covert Ops division took pride for stealth and teamwork, after all, that’s what they were about. “Oh, I forgot about the paperwork back at the office.” Alex thought, “Oh well, it’ll all work out, I’ll do them later anyway.” It’ll all work out huh? Alex gave himself a second thought, let’s see… there were piles of paperwork to be done about a size of a mountain and they weren’t even close. Last night Alex has been working his ass off just to decrease the size, but no not even 1/3 of it was done, actually, come to think of it he was ‘distracted’ by a lot of things. Alex placed the K98 Mauser back down with a sigh, “It’ll all work out, yeah right.”
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 1, 2009 12:50:53 GMT -8
An uneventful day, as per usual- not a problem really, considering all that now went on around the office. New promotions, the Colonel's campaign for President and the disappearances and reappearances of people across the entire country of Amestris- none of those were things that one generally could remain calm about. Luckily, she'd had a lot of practice when it came to keeping her head under pressure. War zones, homunculus, armored enemies from another land and worse all seemed to fall unceasingly into existence and ruin any and all chances of a moment to breathe and even take leave.
Another lucky thing for Riza that she never intended to relax, or even slow down. She was used to the pace, even enjoyed it in a secret sort of way- the future was so close she could nearly taste it, and even with the turmoil at least it seemed to be in a positive direction. There had always been the unexplained, the fighting and the worry; now it just seemed that it had a purpose, was approaching fruition. Having control over the situations helped a lot and, if worst came to worst, she knew there was one area where she always had control.
The firing range had called to her that day and she approached it with her favorite rifle over her shoulder- older, yes, but she knew it in the same way she knew her own hands, familiar with long use and the comfort of being an old friend. The activity here was light today, only one other person on the field and she gave the brown-haired man a nod as she watched for a moment. Not too bad- but it was a bit obvious that his dedication wasn't in this field. He didn't live and breathe his target but for very good in any case. It was simply a matter of looking at the situation.
Taking her Mauser off of her shoulder she sat down and looked it over for a moment, her eyes flashing and intent as she checked that it was working properly. If the gun was broken then nothing would ever hit its target as it should- but the reliable weapon was as good as ever, sturdy and strong even almost fifteen years after she'd been handed it and shipped to Ishbal.
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Post by odin on Jul 1, 2009 13:45:26 GMT -8
He got out the M1911 .45 caliber pistol as he ejected out the cartridge, it was loaded with 12 rounds of .45 bullets ready to be fired. Alex nodded in approval as he aimed the weapon down the range; he wasn’t paying attention whether lieutenant Riza was around or not. Rather, oblivious at the current moment and besides he was here for over an hour shooting down the range mindlessly. It was understandable for him to not know if anyone was behind him or around him, “My favorite pistol, do your work.”
Alex pulled the trigger rapidly, the volley of bullets landed on the torso of the target. All of them were dead center on the chest, rather than the rifle Alex specialized himself with pistols and sub machineguns. He took out the empty clip and took out a new one as he fired it down the range, this time he aimed for the head this time they were right on foreheads. “Am I good or what?” Alex asked himself as he took out the second empty clip.
“Twenty four rounds down the range, not too bad.” Alex pulled the rope as the target came close up to him so that he can see all the penetrations that his bullets had made. All of them were lethal for sure, not to mention the shots on the chests were right at the core of the heart this probably would’ve made his opponent fall over, breathe for a couple of seconds before dying. “This one’s a definite killer for sure.” He pointed his index finger at the mouth shuddering what kind of pain would be to have lips being penetrated through by a bullet. He just didn’t want to imagine it.
He loaded the third and final spare clip that he had for his .45 pistol; he decided not to fire it just in case he needed it. Alex placed the M1911 pistol on his side and slung his Mauser on his shoulder, and when he turned around he seemed to have a special guest. “Major Hawkeye!” Alex gasped and immediately saluted, “I’m sorry madam. I didn’t see you there.” Now this was a bit awkward why a famous rifleman like her would be doing at Covert Ops division’s shooting range? Did she come here often, or was it just his imagination?
The warrant officer never did see her face to face. He had heard rumors that she actually had eyes of a hawk or even sometimes she was a demon from his divisional members, but she didn’t look too bad. Her eyes were rather soothing and calm to look at, it even made Alex lose his guard when he got a first glance at her. She was definitely not someone who should be underestimated, and her beautiful face was a plus.
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 1, 2009 15:15:02 GMT -8
The shooter looked over his work, speaking quietly to himself as he did so; with her acute hearing Riza could hear the shots he focused on as his best, those he ignored as being common and even through that could gauge his skill level. He could shoot, but he wanted flashier reactions than a shooter generally did, favoring the mouth shot that in a battlefield would take too long to kill an opponent unless it happened to also break the spine on its way through. Anyone holding a gun had a responsibility to kill their target cleanly, without prejudice and without any joy. She'd never felt an ounce of pleasure at her shots on real, moving people, only the finality of a life taken and the bitter success of allowing those she watched over to live.
Evidently the man hadn't noticed her and as soon as he did he snapped to attention very respectfully; even now was she recognized? Well, that could as much be because of the General's play for the presidency, but she didn't put it past her own skills as well. Dispassionate though she was when she shot, knowing the weight of every bullet and every life but never faltering nonetheless, garnered her far more appreciation than any number of flashy or exaggerated shots could have. She bore the recognition with the same easy, calm grace as ever, smiling slightly. "At ease," she replied with a small smile, looking casually over his shoulder where ranking markers rested, then down at his pocket- Major, and with the telltale watch chain. A State Alchemist- at the firing range? An interesting thing.
Clicking the barrel of her rifle back down she cocked her head sideways and took in the target with piercing eyes, then raised a brow and looked back at him. "It's not often that one finds a State Alchemist who's so comfortable with a gun," she said in a steady tone. "You have a good eye."
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Post by odin on Jul 1, 2009 15:46:13 GMT -8
Alex immediately put himself back on composure, “Yes, madam.” He replied. It was a seldom situation to find a famous shooter like Riza Hawkeye in a firing range. When he noticed her smile, whoa it immediately made Alex lose his guard slightly maybe she wasn’t as a cold person as he might’ve thought, but stiffened himself back up. Even though she was a same rank as he was he felt that women were higher than men, at least that’s what it said according to do moral code. He found himself a chair and sat down across major Hawkeye.
When she said that it wasn’t everyday that state alchemist was comfortable holding a gun Alex scratched back of his head, well, he did have some talent for some firearms ever since he was a kid. “Ah, well, I used to knock down birds at the neighborhood with a slingshot for dinner.” Alex said, “I just feel comfortable holding it, and I like it too. Guns are considered art in my terms, y’know? Process of making them, making the bullets, the bolts, and trigger….” He just loved firearms.
“Well, I am a gun and bullet maker myself.” Alex said, “With right materials and supplies I can potentially make better weapons than we have now.”
When he thought about taking away lives with a bullet he felt guilty that he joined the military, but it had to be done and it wasn’t something that he could hesitate about. He remembered bullets whizzing back and forth, screaming for pain, and blood oozing out from the wounds. The guns weren’t just art, they were weapons as well, and that’s why in a fight it was always about life and death situation Alex knew he couldn’t wait for his enemies to surrender. They had to be dealt with one way or another, for the sake of others and himself. Looking back Alex had crawled over a lot of corpses already, especially considered being a part of a Covert Ops division.
She said he had good eye, “Ah, it’s an honor!” Alex replied immediately. He felt uptight when she gave him a comment; seriously this was Hawkeye that was standing in front of him! “Especially coming from a famous soldier yourself, I consider it an honor to be given a comment like this….” He laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head. He stood back up with his arms crossed as he made an eye contact with his ‘higher up’.
“My name is Alex S. Coen, madam.” He brightly smiled, “Alex is fine though, or Bullet works too since that’s what people call me around here.”
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 1, 2009 17:01:09 GMT -8
"You mean that you make bullets and guns with alchemy?" she asked casually- that was certainly an interesting bit of information she hadn't possessed before, something that she would have to keep in mind. That explained why he was so comfortable with the weapons, as well as why he was on a firing range as well. A trainer for other soldiers perhaps? It was likely. She also knew this was Co-Ops area, which was another reason she'd chosen it for practicing. She was rarely stopped with her rank and fame and it the people around her tended to know how to look the other way. They didn't question her reasons for continuing to practice when she was a 'paper-pusher' either.
"Bullet?" she asked with a raised brow and a bit of a wider smile as she shifted a shoulder slightly, looking over the field. "I can understand how you would come about such a nickname, considering what you've told me. In that case, Bullet, do you mind if I borrow your range for a few minutes?" She didn't think he'd decline but she raised a brow in curiosity nonetheless- sometimes people reacted in ways that were very interesting indeed. In this boy she sensed a deep respect for what she'd done before and the appropriate sort, not the kind where they wished they'd been there for the glory.
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Post by odin on Jul 2, 2009 12:39:42 GMT -8
“Of course, I can. All I need is the right materials and I can conveniently make them without much effort.” Alex replied, “It really helps out there in battle when you run out of ammo or the gun gets jammed which happens to be a common case with a lot of soldiers.” He shrugged as he grabbed a couple of Mauser ammo and placed them into his ammo bag on his side. Alex opened up his rifle’s chamber making sure it was loaded and they were, the soldier always needed to keep his weapons locked and loaded incase for any unexpected encounters.
Alex stepped up to the shooting range and aimed down his sights, and then she asked him if she could use the shooting range. His answer was obvious, being alone was a plus, “Yes, madam.” Alex replied, “Oh, and I made some ammunition so feel free to use that as well.” He squeezed the trigger once letting the barrel release the bullet right at the target’s forehead; he pulled the bolt back and pushed it back in ready to fire another round. Just before his index finger moved towards the trigger a divisionary member disturbed him.
“Major Alex, the central military HQ wants your paperwork to be done ASAP or else they’ll cut your salary!”
“Right, I’ll do them later.” Alex replied.
“Major, it’s serious you should take paperwork more seriously!” The divisionary member crossed his arms over his chest seeming actually serious. It seemed like the man actually wanted Alex to go back to work instead of shooting down the range mindlessly, his face expression was filled with frustration and anger.
“I’ll do them later.” Alex whined.
“They might fire you out of this job.” The member warned with a slight dangerous tone. That made Alex send chill down his spine, he just didn't like the warnings, even if they were lower ranks than he was Alex couldn't stand being fired. Being part of military was his life or else he would go back to being useless, he didn't want that now did he?
“Erm, it’ll all work out.” Alex said, “I’ll just do it after send a couple of rounds downrange and I’ll get to that.” Honestly, he wasn’t going to do them, no it was just impossible. Only if he had someone to do it for him, that’d be nice. Paperwork was just too boring for him within five minutes just signing and filling in the blanks will make him take a nap until nightfall. Hmm, should he make a deal with major Hawkeye? No, that was just wrong.
It seemed like he had no other choice though, how was he going to complete all those thick papers within today, tomorrow, or even day after that?! Oh man, the military was going to cut his salary big time for this one. “Major Hawkeye, how about this….” Alex said as he fired the Mauser once more towards the chest of his target practice, “How about we have a little shootout competition seeing who can land the most number of deadly wounds? If I win you do all my paperwork for me and if you win I’ll do whatever you ask me to do except paperwork.”
Alex turned towards the experienced soldier, “How about it Major Hawkeye?” He asked, “Care to have a little shootout session?”
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 2, 2009 13:35:02 GMT -8
A very interesting skill indeed- and one that would put an alchemist into the front lines very quickly in the right situation. Riza tended to inherently have more respect for those who fought with their troops, cared for them and saw them through the tough times than those who simply commanded from the rear. He also allowed her to use the field a bit, which was a good sign and put her into a more pleasant mood.
At the next little altercation she could only watch quietly, wondering exactly why these alchemists and nearly everyone else insist on shunning their paperwork. No, it wasn't fun- she didn't enjoy all parts of it either, but it was a necessity, and putting it off only made the situation worse as the forms doubled and tripled themselves. And whining didn't make it go away, nor did pleading. She bit back a sigh at the typical arrogance of assuming that forms being late couldn't cause problems. Thank gods none of these people received stays of execution.
Still, she kept her expression serene, even as he began taking well-aimed shots at a target further down the field. His accuracy was still as good as it had been before, but his proposition caused her to raise a brow. "I'm not opposed to a bit of competition, but there's a chance that such a contest could well take a good while and I can't be away from my own work that long. Why not change the rules a bit for the sake of expediency? You call my shots to be made, I'll call yours, and the best of ten is the winner? I'll even allow you to dictate the first shot."
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Post by odin on Jul 4, 2009 12:43:27 GMT -8
“Very well, Major Hawkeye. Each of us will have ten shots.” Alex handed Major Hawkeye extra strip of bullets for her Mauser incase she didn’t have any, assuming her weapon was loaded and ready to go he went back to his position. “Hmmm....” He started to think about what target she should pick out. unloaded his Mauser and placed in a fresh strip of bullets and closed in the bolt. Alex knew he shouldn’t underestimate her; he made an eye contact with her for a moment and smiled.
Alex took a deep breath and his smile faded. With it, his tone became more serious, “May the best shooter win, yeah?” He felt bad about winning against a woman; his moral code always did get in the way of things. He decided to let Major Hawkeye seize the easy shot. He wouldn't be surprised himself if he shot that part off either easily like taking a candy from a baby. Hm, what part should he call off?
“I know, not too easy or hard.” Alex thought, “That way it won’t look like I was acting.”
He pulled the bolt back and made sure it wasn't jammed in the barrel for a moment, “Well I guess.” Alex shrugged as he plastered a cocky smile on his face, “How about trying to shoot off the Adam's apple?” His divisionary member shook his head and walked off from the firing range, he seemed to get tired of Alex’s laziness day by day. Even though Alex wasn’t here for too long he did make a lot of people sick at times with his laid-back laziness, sometimes Central HQ even threatened his salary by cutting it in half.
Hell, some people wondered how the hell he even survived in the military for this long. There was only one goal in Alex’s life: Finding a purpose why he should live. The alchemist joined the military for that very sole reason; his life wasn’t as pretty as many people might have thought. It was rather ugly one actually; he wasn’t provided with the things that child would be provided with except education, food, and water.
“It’s your shot, Major Hawkeye.” Alex called. This was a chance for him to see one of the greatest soldiers that he heard of in action, if she was that good he expected at least a direct shot through the center of the target's throat "No pressure."
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 4, 2009 13:18:00 GMT -8
She was surprised he called something so point-blank- for a moment she wondered if he truly wanted to win at all, or simply wanted to see her shoot. In any case, the contest was started and she had no intention of losing. While not the sort to seek out a challenge she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit competitive; here was someone who seemed to hold her skill in high regard, yet challenged her to a contest. It either showed an astounding amount of cockiness or the fact he had a secret about his own skills. What those could be she wasn't venturing to guess.
Kneeling on one leg at the edge of the range she let her eyes zone in on the spot he'd chosen, the center of the throat; she knew her gun was steady, she knew her hands were as well and she knew the wind was blowing just a wisp to the left my the faint sway of the grass. Letting her body relax and her mind completely focus on her target she cocked back the bolt, set the round and fired, probably far more quickly than most would expect for that sort of distance and target. Her eyes were good, she knew that- and having been in the situations she had she'd learned to trust her instincts, to take her shot when it was offered without faltering. Warming up wasn't even a consideration anymore, she simply fired straight and true- because when the shots counted you didn't have a chance to prepare. You took what you had and used it.
The round tore through the air and Riza watched it impassively as it nailed the target square in the center of the throat; meanwhile, she saw in her mind's eye exactly what that shot would do to a real person and accepted it. Sometimes it had to happen, no changing that. Looking up she glanced at Major Coen and raised a brow as her head cocked slightly sideways. "The center of the left wrist," she replied calmly and without the slightest bit of gloating or pride.
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Post by odin on Jul 5, 2009 14:53:20 GMT -8
The bullet landed perfectly on the center of the target’s Adam’s apple, it was quite impressive. Judging by the wind it changed its current, it blew north east it wasn’t a strong one; however, a slightest wind could change the course of the bullet by a lot. So it was necessary for any soldier to judge the wind and the humidity of the weather, all of it affected the bullet’s direction. Weapons never lied; it always killed and went wherever its master pulled the trigger towards. Alex smiled; maybe he shouldn’t go easy on Major Hawkeye he too should show off his full performance.
“That’s pretty good, Major Hawkeye.” Alex gave a comment, “A lot of soldiers do tend to forget the wind affects the course of the bullet, just what I have expected from one of the greatest soldiers like yourself.”
Alex smiled; it was an easy target that Hawkeye gave him. Slowly he aimed his rifle as he stabilized his breathing and eventually stopped, his aim was steady and true. Alex waited for the gentle wind to drop down, and it stopped. Alex immediately squeezed the trigger letting the bullet fly airborne, the lethal lead whizzed through the air hitting the target’s left wrist dead center. He had to imagine what kind of pain the target had to be put through before dying, “I didn’t expect you’d give me such an easy shot.” Alex pulled the bolt back, “I was looking for more of a challenge.” He closed the bolt back in and grinned at Hawkeye. Nine more shots were left.
He wouldn’t give her an easy one this time. He’ll give her one of the worst case scenarios that he gave to his recruits during firearms practice. “Here is a scenario that I will give you, let’s say a man has taken a hostage and has a gun pointed to the hostage’s head ready to fire anytime and he’s using the hostage’s body as a shield.” Alex explained, “However, we need that man alive. So it must be the weapon that we have to take out, not him. Try to shoot out his elbow, Major Hawkeye.”
It would be challenging without a scope, despite the fact that mauser was an accurate rifle it made no guarantees for him or for other snipers when it came to taking out such small target. Alex wouldn’t be surprised if she couldn’t hit it, there was one in fifty chances that she may even be able to hit it in his point of view. He started to feel guilty because of the fact that he gave her a rather challenging one. Going easy on competition against a woman like this was his thing. Well, what’s done is done he would have to wait for Major Hawkeye to hit it.
“Good like trying to hit that, Major Hawkeye.”
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 6, 2009 7:22:09 GMT -8
Either he was an instructor, used to hearing his own voice or just that cocky, she thought as she watched him take the shot, waiting for the wind to die down rather that simply adjusting for it. In most situations that would work well enough but when time was of the essence it wasn't a valid point and could cause far more problems. The one thing Riza knew was that she shot cleanly, quickly and managed to get her job done with as little delay as possible. It wasn't as though she enjoyed looking at a target for any longer than she had to.
His next words confirmed her last opinion of his state and she would have narrowed her eyes in irritation but for the fact of his youth and the fact that he was an alchemist- all of them a notoriously arrogant group. Instead her expression remained serene as she waited for his call of a shot and smiled slightly. He'd failed to call which hand the shooter was holding his gun in, which side the hostage was bearing to and where his arms were across the body. With a quick aim she fired two shots, the first into the right elbow of the target, the second into the left shoulder, then looked at him and raised a brow. They were both good shots, only a second apart.
Shrugging her shoulders slightly where her underarm holster straps shifted slightly against her motion she calmly replied, "Before you ask why I did that, let me explain. In your scenario you never told me where his other hand was placed- leading me to believe it could hold another weapon or was across the hostage's body or throat. Disabling the elbow would only have removed the most immediate threat- not the lingering one. A careful shot to the shoulder never killed anyone quickly, and we do have medics."
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Post by odin on Jul 6, 2009 13:22:51 GMT -8
“Ah, that is true.” Alex’s face flushed in slight embarrassment; it looks like he left out a little detail, usually he didn’t leave out such details with his recruits. It wasn’t like he did leave out the details on purpose. He wouldn’t expect anything less from Hawkeye, “Well, it wasn’t like I left the detail on purpose. I apologize, Major Hawkeye.” He leaned his rifle on his shoulder. He looked at the sky, it was turning yellowish orange already at this rate he won’t get his paperwork done; however, Alex was having fun for him that’s all that mattered.
Alex stretched his shoulders, “It’s your win for today, Major Hawkeye. At this rate I won’t get my paperwork finished.” He sighed in disappointment. It seemed like she won, well Alex was planning to have her win in the first place anyway so either way it didn’t matter. He put on the safety mode on his Mauser rifle and slung it on his right shoulder, Alex was really disappointed the fact he couldn’t finish the game. It wasn’t like he had any choice, Alex had to finish his paperwork by today or else the Central was going to cut down his salary… big time. Not to mention there were pile of paperwork in his office stacked high as a mountain, oh he was going to be in there for a while.
Oh the pity. Alex’s hand and his head were aching just thinking about doing them, ugh, not to mention he hated the ‘fill in the blanks’ part. Hell, he might as well have his paperwork be second worst enemy of his life next to tomatoes. He shuddered, Alex just wanted to burn the all the papers he had in his office and throw a party instead; however, it wasn’t going to work out that way this evening. “Well what must be done has to be done. It’ll all work out as long as I don’t get distracted….” Alex thought.
The alchemist would keep his word of course. He walked up to Major Hawkeye gave a firm salute and placed his hand out towards her to shake, “It was a good game, Major Hawkeye. Although it was rather a short one it was an honor to have a shootout with you.” Alex grinned, “As I promised, you’ll get to order me around once as long as it’s nothing about paperwork.” What would she order him to do or more likely in his opinion give some kind of a trophy? Alex thought a moment, what if she was going to have his rifle given to her? He just didn’t want to give his rifle to her, not to mention he loved his K98 Mauser it was just a part of him that couldn’t be taken away. Then again, as a man and a follower of his own moral code he would have to keep his word.
“Are you going to take away my rifle?” Alex asked.
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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 7, 2009 11:45:31 GMT -8
Just that quickly he called an end to the contest- was he uncomfortable with shooting in the dusk, or was it really the paperwork that caused him to cut the game short? Either way, it was an interesting turn of events. Perhaps she should send one of her people to help him a bit, it wouldn't do to have him in trouble with a skill like his own and perhaps even make an ally of the cocky young man.
Smiling slightly she saluted in turn, then shook his hand just as firmly- he was at least not behaving as tense around her as he had been before, whether that was good or bad was to be seen. His next question surprised her though and as she pulled her hand away politely from the handshake she smiled and shook her head. "I have a rifle, but thank you for the offer," she said in a somewhat dry but joking tone as she put the safety on her own gun before pulling out the clip. This had been enough practice for the day. "But if you don't mind I think I'll hold onto that favor. I may need something special in that department one day."
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Post by odin on Jul 8, 2009 17:04:49 GMT -8
Alex was relieved for real, it seemed like his new issue Mauser wasn’t going anywhere today. He sighed in relief and laughed in nervousness, “Well, I’m relieved. I actually have to say I’m very relieved….” He said, “This is a new issue and all, HQ would kill me if I got this thing stolen or taken…” Alex felt that Major Hawkeye was joking. Was she joking? He just couldn’t tell, it was dry at the same time it had some joking tone into it. Either way, he was grateful for it.
“So you want a rain check for that? That’s fine with me, Major Hawkeye.” Alex replied. He really had to stop wasting his time. He checked his weapons one more time making sure that they were on safety, last thing he needed was an accidental discharge of the gun in case if anyone knocked over in his office. Alex walked off waving Major Hawkeye farewell from his back, when he far enough he started to sprint, there was no way he could get this done that quick. “I’m going to go do my paperwork now, bye Major Hawkeye!”
Oh he was in trouble alright, Alex had to complete his paperwork before next morning or else his paycheck was going to get sliced in half. “Major Alex-.” The alchemist ran past his divisional member, he had no time for a salute, hellos, or discussions he needed every second, minute, and hour that was remaining. Hopefully if he start it now he could get it done, although he doubted that will happen. Alex didn’t like how this was going.
The alchemist kicked the door to his office open, “Quickly. Some pens, coffee, and pictures of woman, now.”
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