When Fiona needs to get out of her head for awhile, she typically retreats to running or to putting rounds down range. The space between heartbeats when she's running is smaller, but easier to count. The space between heartbeats when she's face down at the sniper range is longer. Sometimes, it's a blessed eternity.
And she could use some peace and quiet in her head right now.
So she's sitting at a table in the bar, wearing black camo pants and a black tank top, and reassembling her .
338 Rangemaster. Steady hands go through the motions of assembling it with a cool intensity. There's a few boxes of ammo sitting at the ready.
(apologies, plotlocked)
Manc Lion Tag:
Gene Hunt