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Post by Riza Hawkeye on Jul 17, 2009 5:30:37 GMT -8
With cocked brow Hawkeye watched the man move back toward the main building, remaining where she was. This was nothing like the strict training she usually put herself through and she was determined to at least reach a close approximation of that today. Checking the rounds in her clip she knelt back down and sighted down the range for the last hole she'd put into her target. All questions of what gun exactly she'd request from him in the future went to the back of her mind to work themselves out as she aimed, then fired, piercing her own bullet hole with near perfection.
Well, she had a new contact, one that owed her something of a favor on his own terms- and one things she'd learned from watching the General was that if she helped him in another subtle way that contact would become an ally. A very useful ally in his own way, and doubly so considering his ability and tendencies, as well as the respect he evidenced for her reputation and nature. Perhaps sending one of her own people who was a bit better in terms of the red tape would be a good idea. It certainly couldn't hurt.
That taken care of, she aimed down the range again and fired, letting herself move into the ordered world of herself, her gun and her target.
(Closed?)
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