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l1ttle_billyBeah Head was waiting for John Connor, curious about the new recruit that Billy, and through him, Duke, was sending.
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Date: 2009-09-23 03:02 am (UTC)"You know how to use anything heavier?"
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Date: 2009-09-23 06:12 am (UTC)He sent the target out to 75 yards again, and shot off three rounds. He took his time a bit more, but the grouping was about the same as the rifle.
"Anything bigger, you'd have to provide," he said. "I'm not a sniper, but I've done it before."
He wouldn't say no to some range time with a .50 cal sniper rifle.
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Date: 2009-09-23 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-23 06:39 pm (UTC)He set the target out, aimed, and fired. "Okay, to the left." Aimed, and fired. "Droppage." Aimed, and fired. "Bingo." Bullseye.
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Date: 2009-09-25 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-25 05:46 am (UTC)This would be fun with pistols, too, but in a minute.
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Date: 2009-09-26 12:23 am (UTC)fade there?no subject
Date: 2009-09-26 08:04 am (UTC)sure! Unless you want 80 more posts that would be summed up as "And John blew more shit up". :)