Iss1DTWk1 - X-Team Shooting Range

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Thu Jun 11, 2009 9:25 pm

Sergei stood at a partition and took aim with a pistol. He fired four non-consecutive shots and waited for the target to be brought to him. "A seven, two eights and a nine... hmph..."

Target Sheet

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Thu Jun 11, 2009 11:34 pm

Jayda wandered in with a gun bag, a skip in her step as she looked around the range, her eyes catching site of the target.

"First time using a gun, Sir?" She asked with a cheerful smile.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:38 pm

"Hardly. Just out of practice."

He looked at the target again.

"Very out of practice."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 5:48 pm

"I suppose I am meant to say this is like riding a bike and you will get the hang of it again?" Jayda offered as she lay her bag on a table and began to unzip it.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:01 pm

He set up another target and let it return to position.

"It will be a good skill to pick back up. One cannot rely on mutant powers alone."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:17 pm

"And some just don't have the shiny combat powers or turn into a giant white bear powers and need a little edge." Jayda grinned as she pulled a M110 sniper rifle from the bag and set it on the table, also pulling out her Sig. Dialling it up she sent the target back to the limit of her girl's range.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:30 pm

"Nice collection you have there."

He sized up his target and aimed. His expert stance was likely unexpected. He then pulled the trigger and fired a round.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:57 pm

"I inherited my Daddy's collection and the General has given me a few as gifts, who am I to say no, right? Some people collect stamps, me.." Jayda trailed away with a shrug and a grin, as she slipped her ear plugs in and unlocked the SIG's safety. She paused to wait for him to shoot first.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:05 pm

He readjusted his and fired again.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:12 pm

Jayda took her stance and sent off a round of four shots in quick succession pausing barely between shots. Stepping back she turned to watch Sergei as she pressed the button to bring forth her target.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:19 pm

He unloaded three more rounds and pushed his button. He watched her target drift closer.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:25 pm

The three shots had gone, one after another, through the bullseye, but the fourth was planted firmly in the 9-slot.

"Damn it, that sucks. Next time I will need to keep my eyes open!" Jayda chuckled.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:37 pm

Sergei had no bullseyes, but all four shots had connected.

"That always helps," he chuckled in return.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:51 pm

Jayda lent against the table and watched Sergei for a moment or two.

"How long have you been shooting?"

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:58 pm

"Since I was just younger than you."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 8:41 pm

"How old are you now then? You don't seem that old." Jayda picked up the rifle and started checking it over, knowing full well that it was in perfect working order but going through the safety routine that had been drilled into her since she was a young girl.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 8:46 pm

"29. So not that old."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 8:53 pm

"I'm just turned 19 in real world years." Jayda grinned.

"Guys your age are supposed to be sexually pretty hot, right? Got their stuff together, know what they want.."

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 8:59 pm

Sergei gave her an odd, questioning look.

That's hardly an appropriate question...

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:02 pm

Jayda loaded the gun and got to her feet, oblivious to anything wrong with what she said, dialing in the target distance.

"I want to take this baby into the DR and set up a few sniper situations. All the training means nothing until you get the chance to test your skills out, eh?" She raised the rifle, lowered it and fiddled with the sight a little.

"The first time I actually got to snap a neck it was like this feeling of coming home, being complete at last, you know?"

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:13 pm

"No. I do not know," he frowned.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:17 pm

"I mean its like you train years for that moment, know all the moves, practise it out on dummy's to perfect the technique but until that moment when you feel just how the bones click, the way the body suddenly goes limp in your hands, how with some people you need to put in just a little more muscle, raise one hand a fraction higher than the other.. its never really perfect until you know how to account for all those things, is it?"

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:22 pm

"No. It isn't. Nor should it be enjoyable."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:24 pm

Jayda turned to Sergei with a questioning look.

"Do you not take pride in perfecting an incredibly difficult riff? Not everyone can do what I do and as well as I do it. I am 19 years old, imagine what I will be capable of when I am over 500 years old. Why should I be ashamed of that which makes me special?"

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:30 pm

"The ability to take a life doesn't make you special."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:45 pm

"That's where you are wrong, Mr Tereshchenko, but I understand why you would think it. Not just anyone can do what I do, sure people can kill but can they do it so that a person doesn't feel anything? Can you very nearly guarantee that a shot you fire will land where you place it?" Jayda's voice was steady and calm, not impassioned as one would assume.

"Or that you would be able to enter a crack den without detection, take out the gang inside with your bare hands and still be able to go to maths class afterwards? It takes a special brand of psychosis to be able to sleep soundly at night when you know that you can do all those things, Mr Tereshchenko, without feeling a thing afterwards. A special brand indeed."

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:47 pm

"Then we agree on one thing."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Fri Jun 12, 2009 9:56 pm

"Yep." Jayda knew full well what he meant. "Psychopath. Though if it makes you feel better I was ritually tortured and abused as a child, killed a few times by bad people, hospitalised more than the fingers on both hands, never had a mother figure and spent the first 14 years of my life in entirely unsavoury circumstances for a girl to be growing up in... did I mention the exorcisms?"

She laughed bitterly then raised the gun, firing off a shot.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:22 pm

"Have you considered therapy?"

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 5:27 pm

"Have you considered that I have been here a week and this is the first time I didn't have to struggle to stay awake during the night in case some crackhead junkie tried too kidnap my kid sister again?" Jayda shrugged, she knew she should probably speak to someone about it all but she didn't believe that these were things she dwelled on or allowed to affect her judgement.

"These things require a period of adjustment, Sir, I'm only just learning that I don't need to put the dresser over the door at night and that my knife can be put away somewhere other than under my pillow."

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 5:44 pm

"I'm no doctor, but even I know issues from a childhood like that don't go away on their own. If it helps you get your mind around going to the counselor, feel free to consider it an order from a superior."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 5:49 pm

Jayda chuckled.

"That would mean admitting you are my superior and with shots like that, Sir.. " Jayda shrugged with a laugh, something of the girl she may have been if things had of been different seemed to come through with it and she childishly blew her fringe out of her face.

"..I wouldn't feel right about it, you know?"

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 5:57 pm

"Rank is rank, and teacher outranks student. But if you want to play it that way... I'm better with a rifle," he smirked.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:04 pm

"You said since my age, right? So about 10 years experience. I have, on rifle, about 6.. though I think I can make it a tight race." Jayda grinned.

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:23 pm

"You're on," he said, going to retrieve two rifles from those provided.

"For a fair contest," he nodded, handing one over.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:30 pm

"Okay so if you win I go see the shrink, if I win you.." Jayda paused in thought as she accepted the gun, casting her eye over it discerningly. It was in good working order though not as shiny as she liked to keep her own toys.

"If I win its dinner on you."

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:47 pm

"Agreed."

After they set up new targets, he put his earplugs back in and took position.

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:56 pm

.. with my room mate. Jayda chuckled internally at the thought. She picked up her rifle and slipped in her ear plugs.

"So full round of ammo, best score in total?"

by **Ivan Petrenko** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 7:03 pm

"Indeed. Ladies first."

by **Jayda Nightridge** » Sat Jun 13, 2009 7:19 pm

Jayda squared up and readied her rifle, raising her eye to the sight. She began the focusing process she always used to centre herself when she was shooting but the image of Rhi laying in hospital covered in bandages reared its head just as she squeezed the trigger.

Physically Jayda balked and her shot went wild, pulling herself together she let off the rest of the round.

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