The Yard

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon's not on patrol, and not on sentry duty, and he's already gone over the armoury several times, and he's twitchy thanks to exercise-induced adrenalin flow in his bloodstream. So he's doing the best thing he can think of for that, namely: he's hauled out the cushions from what was left after he broke up one of the mankier couches, set them up in the open space outside the building, and marked each of them with different sizes and shapes of targets. One is the large, classic bullseye; one is five much smaller bullseyes, each the size of his hand; one is a human silhouette with rings marked off inside it centering on the heart and the head; and one... well, the last one doesn't have rings on it. It's two outlines- a crudely drawn human upper body, with another human form behind it. The one behind has its arm around the first one's throat. It's a hostage target.

He's taken the broadheads off his arrows for this, but they're in a container nearby just in case. It's time for target practise.