Riza, you have an odd way of soothing yourself.

[his_hawks_eye]

Who: Riza and DATS [If you're the kind to go down to the firing range]
What: Riza, a gun and the firing range. Riza getting DATS CR
When: 5th of Feb - all day
Where: Neon's DATS firing range

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[supertracetech]

Hodges had been in the Digital World for just over a year. His injuries were healed, mostly. His strength was back, mostly. But he was getting just a little tired of getting up, going to work, and going home, then repeating. He'd never had a lot of friends before. And even though Sanders and Stokes were decently friendly, he was still an ass, so 'friendship' was still a stretch.

Why he found himself at the firing range of all places he had no idea. His father had taken him to a firing range when he was a kid. But he'd never had an interest in guns except maybe if they were attached to an arcade game. It was something different he supposed. And after he'd proven to himself that he sucked at it, and the backlash made his shoulder and wrist ache, he'd go home.

He was surprised to find someone else at the range though. She was blond and serious looking. Probably out of his league, but he wasn't getting any younger, and he wasn't dying any slower.

"Well hello. Nice to see that even beautiful women enjoy law enforcement."

sorry for the short

[his_hawks_eye]

"Thank you." Riza didn't offer a smile, but she did stop firing and looked at her marks, making a slight disgruntled sound." Still not good enough."

For Riza, there was hardly any ache, not hurt wrist - her body was trained, used to the recoil of the guns, the weight and how to carry them. "Military, actually."