[Duo] Target Practice

[spaceflyboy]

Who: Duo Maxwell
When: Wednesday, May 15th, about 12:45 pm.
Where: Shooting Range
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete

Cassandra? Nice girl, real pretty, older woman, Duo smirked as he pulled noise muting ear muffs over his ears. Her image was fresh in memory, and on after thought, it would probably be healthy to mingle, meet new people? Been stuck in

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[Jon]

[lost_mckay]

Jon... was in a mood. Leaving the hanger earlier in the morning left him in a somewhat unbalanced position. He knew full well that Carter was going to push his application forward, or try, anyway. That was good. The fact that his health was cleared by a horse doctor, well... not so much.

Still, it wasn't so much that it was a vet, but it was a note that had to go to Carter... and he knew full well that the 'other two', at least two, would know, and soon. How could she keep something like that to herself? Hell, if she even tried, she'd crack that quirked smile, Jack'd know something was up, and he'd ask... and she'd be more than happy to spill.

The cracks of gunshot took his attention, and it was only the briefest moments of consideration that turned his path towards the firing range. He approached the area, hands dropped deeply into his pockets. He didn't have access to the armoury yet, and it was all he could hope that there was someone there who'd be more than happy to 'teach' him the ropes

[Duo]

[spaceflyboy]

The airman fired too more shots before spotting John out of the corner of his eye. He lowered his weapon, pulled his hear muffs off, and turned to look at the other guy. He felt kind of isolated, being mostly stuck in the hanger or garage, he never really got much chance to meet someone other then a mechanic or tech nerd.

"Hey, What's up?" Duo asked as he slid the pistol into the holster at his hip. At the complement, he turned his head over to the target, then the other boy again. "Oh, yeah. Guesso. You want a crack at it?"

[Jon]

[lost_mckay]

Once the weapon was lowered, and the hearing protection was taken off, Jon approached, his hands deep in his pockets. He sauntered, his steps giving him a casual manner. Turning to walk backwards for a couple of steps, he nodded in gesture towards the weapons nearby before swinging around to stop near where Duo stood, and grinned. "I'd love a shot at it, actually. Was out talking to Colonel Carter about how to up."

Pulling his right hand out of his pocket, he offered it in greeting. "Jon."

Duo

[spaceflyboy]

"Duo" he said, taking the offered hand and giving a firm shake. "Go for it." Duo pulled his gun from the holster, unloading the clip and pressing the knew one in. He twirled the gun on a finger so it would land handle away, nosle faced down, to hand it to Jon.