[Thread] If you want to kill a public servant-
Characters: Harvey Dent, OPEN
Where: empty lot
When: nov 13, late afternoon
Summary: Harvey takes his requisition and does some target practice in the empty lot.
Warnings: none atm.
Harvey was not a particular fan of guns, after seeing case after case of men, women, and children of all ages with their heads caved in or lying in pools of their own blood the weapons really lost their charm. That didn't stop him from knowing them, even having some skill with them, as any in his line of work should. He remembered even insisting on taking Rachel to a firing range once, just in case he, he said, we can make a night of it. And she had smiled and-
He pulled the gun apart and together again, sliding the bullets in with a resounding 'clack' so to ignore that train of thought. Not now, he had to be prepared. Thing were only going to get worse, the Batman couldn't protect him (or Rachel- no, no, don't think it, don't-) all the time and he had something he had to do once he was free of this place.
He kept an eye on one of the targets he selected, raising the gun and cocking it, focusing before letting the shot ring out. Just one bullet, an inch or two from a bulls-eye. He lowered the gun a bit and frowned, rolling his shoulders before raising the weapon again. Practice made perfect.
Where: empty lot
When: nov 13, late afternoon
Summary: Harvey takes his requisition and does some target practice in the empty lot.
Warnings: none atm.
Harvey was not a particular fan of guns, after seeing case after case of men, women, and children of all ages with their heads caved in or lying in pools of their own blood the weapons really lost their charm. That didn't stop him from knowing them, even having some skill with them, as any in his line of work should. He remembered even insisting on taking Rachel to a firing range once, just in case he, he said, we can make a night of it. And she had smiled and-
He pulled the gun apart and together again, sliding the bullets in with a resounding 'clack' so to ignore that train of thought. Not now, he had to be prepared. Thing were only going to get worse, the Batman couldn't protect him (or Rachel- no, no, don't think it, don't-) all the time and he had something he had to do once he was free of this place.
He kept an eye on one of the targets he selected, raising the gun and cocking it, focusing before letting the shot ring out. Just one bullet, an inch or two from a bulls-eye. He lowered the gun a bit and frowned, rolling his shoulders before raising the weapon again. Practice made perfect.