Log: Aptitude

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Who: Agent Maine and Roxy
What: Maine agrees to test Roxy's aptitude
Where: a local shooting range
When: Saturday at 2 pm (20 June; backdated)
Warnings: awesome characters doing awesome things with weaponry

Maine's glad he remembers his promise to meet Roxy on Saturday. He definitely drank more than he had planned that night with Louisiana. And while he's a little irritated with himself for making such a commitment while inebriated, it's far from the worst thing he has done. What could happen? His reputation would take a hit from being seen at a shooting range with a girl in pink?

Maine isn't worried about that. In fact, he's rather curious. He packs his full arsenal with him: both M6Gs, his standard rifle, an auto rifle, and the Bruteshot. At least Roxy will have something to shoot with. Sure, he gets a number of frightened looks when he exits the jeep at the shooting range, but what do they think this place is? A bakery?

Comments

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Joints are good," he says. "On people, too."

He won't comment on the rooftop idea. No reason to let her know he hates heights.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"They are. S'long as they're not stupid fuckers, first broken bone will usually make peeps back off. Though, not always, apparently," she said with a shrug. Which was a fun surprise. Really.

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

"Too many are," Maine says. Especially in his line of work. Tougher mercenaries manage to shrug off the strangest things.

Not that he has any right to talk.