No One Can Deny These Are Difficult Times

[molokovcocktail]

There is something comforting about feeling his gun in his hand, Molokov thinks. There is also something satisfying about actually using it, even if it is only against paper targets

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[silver_maxwell]

Max is, presumably, wandering by and twitching at every gunshot he hears. So if Molokov feels someone standing behind him and watching him a little warily, that's probably Max, who's apparently trying to get himself calm enough to actually say something.

[molokovcocktail]

Molokov finishes the round then glances behind him warily. The man doesn't appear to be threatening, but as he well knows, appearances can be deceiving.

"Yes?"

[silver_maxwell]

"Wouldn't mind stopping that, would ya?" He's giving Molokov a firm sort of look, but it's obvious he's nervous. In his case, appearances aren't very deceiving at all.

[molokovcocktail]

"I would mind," Molokov says, coolly. "There is a reason I am here, after all."

Americans were so stupid sometimes. As far as he was concerned, Walter was the one shiny exception.

[goodinasuit]

Here, Molokov, have yet another presumably innocent teaboy.

Ianto happened to be passing through, doing a bit more exploring on his part, when he heard the gunshots. With a hightened sense of urgency, he follows the sound until he recognizes the man weilding the weapon. He's really not surprised.

Watching for a moment, he debates on giving a few rounds himself. He steps up and smiles softly (which should be eerie, considering the situation), "Would you mind if I joined you?"

[molokovcocktail]

Molokov glances over, and favors Ianto with a real smile, one that reaches his eyes. He rather likes the other man - he's intelligent and sensible, a rare commodity these days, or so it seems.

"Not at all, Mr. Jones. You are most welcome," he answers warmly.

[goodinasuit]

Ianto's own smile warms and he steps up beside Molokov, looking about at the targets. Overall, he found the other man quite agreeable. There was a sense of mysteriousness (because they knew their jobs too well, surely) they both shared that made things a bit more interesting, if anything.

"You have a sharp eye," he muses, glancing sideways to him. In an easy motion, he pulls his own handgun from the holster hidden in his suit coat.

Innocent tea boy--- right.

[molokovcocktail]

"Of course," Molokov murmurs. "It is what I do." Among other things, but that's neither here or there.

His estimation of Ianto increases when he sees how smoothly he's drawn his gun. Oh yes, this is a man who knows what he's about. Molokov approves.