Bang Bang I used to shoot you down - OTA

[hunt_the_devil]

John was out at the outdoor shooting range, the sheltered range area was damp but thankfully devoid of snow and a little warmer than the uncovered range point had been. Toying with the Taurus Millennium Handgun John had already inspected the handgun for any barrel obstructions, dirt and debris before loading the ammunition

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[slimy_droog]

The sound of gunshots automatically made Mortimer think of Agent Zero. The bloke had been okay, but Freddy had been right in saying Zero was a bit of a robot sometimes.

Walking towards the sound, he was looking aside as he spoke.

"Wanking off to another semi-automatic, Zero?"

Once the words were spoken, he was looking right at someone very... not Zero.

"Aw, piss."

[hunt_the_devil]

John paused in reloading his gun and smiled a little at her person who had been mid-insult at Zero, hat tilted across his face as he had been focused down on the weapon.

"He's probably jerkin' off over some gun or a gun magazine back in his tent."

Finishing loading the bullets John flicked the safety on and set the gun down turning to address the new individual.

"John Wraith, an' you might be?"

[slimy_droog]

Mortimer had once been sent a photograph by Fred via email. In it was the man he saw before him. John Wraith, Fred's best friend.

"Aww, Freddy ain't told you about me? I'm hurt." He smirked, showing off his gummy teeth.

"Name's Mortimer Toynbee. Or you can just call me Toad. Most people do. Even though Fred just always calls me Mort."

[hunt_the_devil]

"Mort huh?" John took a moment and then it dawned on him, this was the person who Fred literally raved on about. He was up there with cakes, twinkie bars and John's cooking on the scale of things adored. The friend who was living back in America and seemed to care about the big guy just as much as John did.

The polite smile turned into a fully fledged grin and John held out his hand, stepping closer.

"Pleasure to mee you Mortimer! Fred may have mentioned you a few times but he never said you were meant to be joinin' us out here! It's great to meet you though buddy."

[slimy_droog]

"He didn't know of it hisself, bless him. It was a surprise."

He eagerly took the other man's hand and he began to secrete his goop. Wraith seemed like an okay guy, and Freddy just about loved him to death, so he couldn't be a total dim. But then again, it did spark a bit of envy in Mortimer.

"Pleasure's all mine, mate."

[hunt_the_devil]

John made no comment about the goop, he wasn't the type to state the obvious or make others feel uncomfortable and that was the last thing wanted to do to one of Fred's friends. He subtly wiped his hand on the camo netting before gesturing to the guns stacked up on the gun rack.

"Care to join me in some target practice or were you lookin' for Zero for a particular reason?"

[slimy_droog]

Mortimer could not help but snicker. The slime gag never got old.

"Ohhhh no, on both counts," he replied. "I ain't the shootin' shit type. An' Zero can go French a polar bear for all I care. I've just been exploring."

He crouched down and sat on his haunches. It was far more comfortable than just standing.

"So... you're real chummy with Freddy, yeah?"

[hunt_the_devil]

John nodded as he cleaned and reloaded his gun, glancing over at Mortimer as he crouched down.

"I'd like to say that I considered Fred to be more like family really, he's got my back an' I've got his. No questions asked. Oh and then there's Bradley too I mean the three of us are pretty close. Been through some real highs an' lows in camp not to mention a bodyswap between me an' Fred."

John raised his gun, pointing it at the target before lowering it once more.

"I gather you're close to Fred as well then huh?"

[slimy_droog]

Mortimer was listening. Kind of. Then the mentioning of the bodyswap made his head snap upward.

"Oh yeah... I think I remember him mentioning that... heheh. Woulda been a whole bit of fun."

Looking up at the next question, Mort's eyes narrowed. "Real close." You wouldn't bloody know the half of it.

"What'sammater, you jealous?"

[hunt_the_devil]

"Jealous? Hah hell no," John fired the gun emptying the clip in quick succession into the targets. He lowered the gun and chuckled at Mortimer.

"To be honest I'm glad to know Fred's got people he can trust and confide in. Big guy deserves real friends especially in a camp like this. You met Victor Creed yet?"

John handed the gun to the MP who had been lurking at the back of the room, looking incredibly awkward to be around mutants, let alone mutants with weapons.

[slimy_droog]

Mortimer had not noticed the MP until he came forward. He was annoyed that he had not been aware of an unseen audience. Noticing how skittish the guy was, he opened his mouth and out came a long translucent tongue, right for the man's head. He missed, but the MP yelped and took off.

Mort chuckled for a brief moment, then turned his attention back to Wraith.

"Oh yes. Freddy always keeps me in the loop on Pussy. And Pussy is a very cheeky pussy..." Shaking his head at Wraith's demeanor.

"You Jesus or someatt?"

[hunt_the_devil]

John chuckled at the sight of the terrified MP running away but quickly replaced that was a scowl.

"You ain't helpin' the reputation of us mutants much pullin' stunts like that now. Poor kid is probably gonna need a new uniform by the time he gets back to camp." John had to admit though the nervous energy off of the MP had been a little distracting but still scaring him with that incredibly long tongue was a tad on the harsh side.

"Me? Jesus? What makes you say that?" John might well come across as a calm and friendly individual but he knew when it was best to let people think he was this unphased person before he proved what he could do. Mortimer was clearly the type of person who took pleasure in pressing peoples buttons just to watch them get angry.

[slimy_droog]

Gathering his knees forward in his crouching position, he rested his chin on his hands, elbows on knees.

"Ooooh, you can get mad. That answers me question. I was wonderin' how anyone could be SO patient. Any road, he'll be fine. Ain't normal mugs got their own right to be gits to each other? I'm only actin' like a human being."

He gave a green little smirk. "I'm bitter like that."

[hunt_the_devil]

John resisted the urge to sigh loudly and roll his eyes.

"Yeah I can get mad but that wasn't me mad, trust me." No wonder Fred liked Mortimer so much, they were both on similar wavelengths when it came to getting a rise out of John.

"Last time I checked non-mutants didn't have rather lengthy tongues of slimy hands. But then I could be wrong." He smirked a little.

[slimy_droog]

"Aha, but look," he stood up and pulled his lips apart, showing off the vomitous color of his abundant gums and tiny teeth.

"Pikey teeth!" He grinned. "Or at least they look it. I ain't so abnormal after all. Just one of the blokes."

[hunt_the_devil]

John quirked an eyebrow but made no comment instead opting to suddenly vanish from where he was once stood and then reappear a couple of moments later exactly where he was before but holding the targets he had previously been shooting at.

"I take it from your accent you ain't american then hmm?"