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[hands_of_blu]

Every now and then the management gets its head on straight. After much deliberation and examining of records, BLU upper management has allowed that it may not be possible after all to fully resurrect the Engineer who teleported everything except two kidney cross-sections and an earhole to parts unknown. The assignment has been rescinded, at least

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[post_whitewash]

Should he make his way outside after that, he might find some familiar-sounding potshots being taken at the demon rabbits.
(Not 'demon rabbis,' as the narration originally typed; that would be more Ray's purview than the Medic's.)
Cata felt the need for some work on moving targets, and that space by the woods still seems to be cordoned off. Better, in that case, to work with something she knows has an impressive range.

[hands_of_blu]

Oh, yes, he knows that sound, all right. There isn't a weapon in BLU's arsenal that the Medic can't identify by sound from fifty yards away. He'll be strolling outside to have a nice, leisurely watch.

[post_whitewash]

She's not that bad of a shot. The laser sight on the rifle helps, yes, but her aim was quite good before Mizzamir intervened,* and so it came back to her more quickly than some things.
Granted, sometimes the rabbits get away before the shot gets there. But she hits more than she doesn't.

*It comes of mostly practicing against Sam. He's got a natural advantage, in that whatever he throws or shoots hits something, but it never stopped Cata from trying to keep up.

[hands_of_blu]

Once she lowers the gun to reload it, and not before- it is not advisable to startle someone on the range- the Medic steps forward. "Doing well today, I see," he says. "Enjoying your practise?"