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[faileh]

[Steve has found the shooting range! And despite the automatic M-11's strapped to his waist, he's holding a pair of bb guns that look just like the gold lugers he used at Rockford. He seems very excited about this discovery!]

Anybody feel like being a live target? I've got padding.

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[faileh]

I didn't see any goggles in the shed... if I find some, you want to get some practice in with me?

[faileh]

Moving targets are more realistic and more of a challenge. Nothing I've ever killed has been standing still.

[faileh]

Nah. I can adjust to any gun. I'm more worried about being able to respond real-time.

[faileh]

Yeah. Gotta stay alive.

[faileh]

That depends on who you ask. But no. I'm not.

[faileh]

...

My father worked for a corporation called Umbrella, who produces bio-weapons and a mutagenic virus that reanimates the dead and turns the living into monsters. He started selling off their information; they found out. They killed my mother, and imprisoned us. I didn't know anything about it until it was over and I was locked up -- but if you ask Umbrella, I'm a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

[faileh]

[shrugs]

We're all dead now. Not like the past matters.