Iss1DTWk1 - X-Team Shooting Range

[Ivan Petrenko]

Sergei kept calm and steady for every shot. When the two were finished, he recalled his target.

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda recalled her target though her mind was now well and truly elsewhere. She regained her focus enough to shoot but knew she had been sloppy with it. This is why I said that emotions are distracting, they cause problems!

"So how did you go, Sir?"

[Ivan Petrenko]

"I'm less rusty than I thought."

He had actually managed... to win.

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Riding bikes etc etc, Sir. Though something tells me there is more to you than music professor." Jayda smiled and accepted the defeat gracefully though internally she was severely pissed with herself. It had been close, a few points difference but a win was win, making her a loser.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"I'll make sure Dr. Cross is expecting you."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"A bet is a bet, Sir. A soldier's word is solid and you can trust me when I say I will go." Jayda siad with a resigned tone.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"I expected no less."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"So do I get to hear the story?"

[Ivan Petrenko]

"What story?"

[Jayda Nightridge]

"The 'how I became a mutant polar bear shifter musician shooter' tale? There totally has to be a story about the first time you noticed those hairs growing." Jayda laughed.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"My father and I had a heated argument over me wanting to be a musician, I shifted, and nearly killed him. Not exactly a fun story."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"That does kind of suck." Jayda agreed.

"So what about the shooting?"

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Just a hobby."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"A hobby? I never really understood how shooting could be a hobby.."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Great stress reliever. Besides, in Russia you never know when you might need to shoot a mobster."

[Jayda Nightridge]

Ökay. Stress relief I understand." Jayda nodded.

"You ever had to shoot at mobsters?"

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Not yet thankfully. But I've met plenty."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Really? What are they like?" Jayda put down the rifle after checking it over, then sat on the table holding her bag.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Greedy, manipulative, and violent."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"I know a few people like that. Though sans the cool accent."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Those kind of people are indeed everywhere, organized crime couldn't exist without them."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Hmm, what were you some sort of underground Mafioso operative?"

[Ivan Petrenko]

"No. Even mobsters like to be entertained. They shell out big bucks for performers."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Too bad, I'm about as musical as a dead mule." Jayda laughed.

"The bane of my sisters life with my inability to dance."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Maybe you just need proper instruction."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Maybe. I don't exactly look the part do I? I mean, what sort of instrument can you see these hands playing?"

[Ivan Petrenko]

"With that outfit you could pass as a rocker, so guitar perhaps."

[Jayda Nightridge]

"Now thats stereotyping I can get into."

[Ivan Petrenko]

He chuckled, then checked his watched. "Well I'd better get back to work."

[Jayda Nightridge]

Jayda rose to her feet and picked up the rifle whilst slipping her ear plugs back in.

"Have fun Sir. Next time you won't best me... not if I have to train harder for the next 100 years." Jayda grinned.

[Ivan Petrenko]

He chuckled before making his exit.