It had been a month or two, in relative time, since Chuck had used any gun. Sure, he was beginning to get used to holding them, if not using them; it was better now that he knew he hadn't actually killed Shaw when he'd shot him in Paris. Worse, though, because of all the shit he'd pulled after the Ring hauled him out of the Seine.
God, he hated Shaw.
Still, he figured that he should go and practice - really practice, without relying on the Intersect to aim his gun for him. The only gun he had was one of Sarah's that must have been in his room, a Smith & Wesson Model 5906. No better place to practice than the CES, he figured, especially since there wasn't a dedicated range on board. At least he'd be able to be outside while he practiced. (Well, in a manner of speaking. It was either a crazy holodeck or straight-up magic
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Armand whirled around, his eyes wide with fear. The gun was so very loud, leaving echoes in his ears, he wouldn't have heard anyone coming up. He stared at Chuck a moment, the gun pointed that way, until he remembered to lower the muzzle to point at the ground. Now, he trembled just a little, because he'd been frightened for a moment and could have done something incredibly stupid.
"Monsieur?" he said, trying to hide the trembling. "You frightened me. I'm sorry for pointing my weapon at you. I meant no harm to you." He dropped his gaze as he finished speaking, looking at the gun in his hand. He felt moisture pricking his eyes now, at his embarrassment, and at being ripped back into the present from remembering Jack.
Gun. Gun! Pointing at face. Surprisingly, Chuck was still not used to this. He was able to breathe a sigh of relief when the barrel dropped.
"Y-yeah," he said, standing up slowly, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. "Well, I'm sorry I startled you. I didn't mean to freak you out. So let's call it even, okay?"
Armand couldn't help blushing in embarrassment. "I didn't mean--either." He nodded. "Yes, I think we're even now. Am I in your way?" That would mean he had an excuse to quit.
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God, he hated Shaw.
Still, he figured that he should go and practice - really practice, without relying on the Intersect to aim his gun for him. The only gun he had was one of Sarah's that must have been in his room, a Smith & Wesson Model 5906. No better place to practice than the CES, he figured, especially since there wasn't a dedicated range on board. At least he'd be able to be outside while he practiced. (Well, in a manner of speaking. It was either a crazy holodeck or straight-up magic ( ... )
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"Monsieur?" he said, trying to hide the trembling. "You frightened me. I'm sorry for pointing my weapon at you. I meant no harm to you." He dropped his gaze as he finished speaking, looking at the gun in his hand. He felt moisture pricking his eyes now, at his embarrassment, and at being ripped back into the present from remembering Jack.
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"Y-yeah," he said, standing up slowly, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. "Well, I'm sorry I startled you. I didn't mean to freak you out. So let's call it even, okay?"
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