![]() ![]() He glanced occasionally over at his loud and angry companion in the range. He took his time, firing a few shots at a time before adjusting the sights, and repeating. He wanted to tweak the iron sights and recoil, the ganger he'd taken it from had missed every shot and when V had looked at the piece, it was obvious to his eye that someone had fucked with the optics and tried to mod the gun. He set his crates of ammo down next to a work bench and pulled his Tsunami out, placing it on the bench before laying his tools down next to it. Enraged screams accompanied each burst of bullets, interspersed with insults towards various names, and… Biotechnica? He shook his head, he'd let her burn off her rage before he tried to talk to her. The sounds of swearing coming from the short woman at the far end of the range were less so.ĭressed in a black hoodie just long enough to cover her, pale legs showing and with her light, green hair pulled out of the way in pigtails, she sprayed bullets at the targets from what looked like a Copperhead assault rifle. The sound of gunfire rolled over him, almost painful. V grabbed the crates of ammo that were passed over the counter and strolled into the shooting range. I, I…" he stuttered "she's scaring off my customers, can you talk to her? Merc to merc?" ![]() The vendor sighed, "A merc, she runs the edge like you. V gestured and raised an eyebrow, grinning, "Go on." ![]() V's mouth gaped a bit, "Thats a lot of lead for one person," The vendor cut him off "Yeah, I'm sure you can but all that gunfire, thats just her. They both paused, and heard muffled swears amongst the gunfire. There's a loud and dangerous, little lady in there," As you're such a good customer, just want to give you a little warning before you buy. The other man shook his head, "You've still got the balls to take jobs against them I see," he paused "so ammo. V grinned, "Took it from some Valentino gangers on my last job" "A Tsunami Nue?" the vendor whistled, "Damn V, where'd you get a piece like this?" He nodded to the vendor as he approached, "Need some lead for this," and placed his pistol on the counter. His shoulders relaxed involuntarily as the sounds and smells of the city were replaced with the familiar echoes of gunshots and smell of gunpowder. V strolled up through the doors of his local 2nd Amendment gun range to the familiar sound of rapid gunfire. ![]()
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