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Five Years Gone
Date: Spring 2012 Characters: Jamie Madrox, Candice Wilmer… 
29th-Sep-2007 05:30 pm
Date: Spring 2012
Characters: Jamie Madrox, Candice Wilmer
Summary: Two partners pass the time over bullets and gun barrels.
Warning(s): --
Status: Complete
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He was getting a damn headache.

Even though he wore the protective earmuffs that were shoved his way upon entering, and even though he'd heard the sound of a gunshot more times than he could count, the continual crack of weapon's firing was starting to pound in his temples. Eyes reflexing darting to his watch, he sighed, raising the Glock once again and firing off. Closer to the target area this time, though he was still going for between the eyes rather than through one of them.

Wiping the the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, he paused to load another clip into the gun, wondering idly if Candice was having better or worse luck.
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29th-Sep-2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
Target practice had nothing creative about it and was, by extension, not fun at all. Filing reports was more interesting; at least she got to spy snippets of information she shouldn't have known that way. Firing at a cardboard cutout led to nothing but a deep sense of dissatisfaction.

Somewhere between round six and seven, Candice decided she'd had enough. She knew there was an unspoken rule about sneaking up on people with earmuffs in and guns, but she couldn't think of a reason to deprive herself of the pleasure.

A safe distance away from her partner she nudged his shoulder with a fist, prepared to duck instead he was tense enough to put a bullet in her. Accidentally, of course.

He couldn't have been enjoying this any more than she was.
29th-Sep-2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
The touch to his shoulder wasn't enough to make him jump, not much was anymore, but it was enough to make him flinch, and by extension, misfire, the bullet going over the dummy's shoulder, rather than in the chest. Lowering his weapon, he tugged off the protective goggles, pushing his earmuffs down around his neck.

"Bored already?" Jamie asked with a tired smile, knowing the answer. After all, he wasn't exactly scintillated himself.

Uncontrolled scenario or not, he still thought they'd get better practice shooting at her illusions, rather than a motionless piece of paper.
29th-Sep-2007 10:00 pm (UTC)
"To death," Candice nodded, lazily pressing the button for his target to be brought forward. Like she didn't know he could outdo her when it came to firing a gun. He'd had more practice. About a hundred times as much, considering his gift.

A slow grin spread over her lips as she took in the bullet holes.

"No contest. I'd be worried, I'm supposed to have your back in the field."
29th-Sep-2007 10:05 pm (UTC)
A huff of laughter, scanning the target with a critical eye. "Which is why I think you should stay here and practice some more and I should get to head home."

Jamie frowned, squinting at the cutout. "I can't believe I missed that last one completely. A good four inches off."
29th-Sep-2007 10:29 pm (UTC)
"They're trying to inspire team spirit," she shrugged. "I suffer, you suffer. Or the other way around." Which wasn't to say he couldn't skip out if he wanted to, considering he could, quite literally, be in several places at once.

She appreciated his presence for what it was.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, I've missed most of mine," she reassured him even though she knew it was unnecessary. "Then again, I'm not really trying."
29th-Sep-2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
He raised an eyebrow at her, leaning back slightly against the partition. "You'd better. My skinny ass depends on it."

Although in theory, he could watch his own back. It wasn't the point and they both knew it. Redundant training exercises or not, he'd rather take them than a bullet in either of them on a mission.
29th-Sep-2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
"Your ass is skinny now?" she grinned, fixing him a new target for lack of something better to do. "Damn, I should look more. All these changes and you haven't said a thing."

It was all harmless fun, she knew he knew it. Usually she kept it for the long, sleepless nights in the field, but that didn't mean she had to abstain simply because they were in the belly of the beast. So to speak.
29th-Sep-2007 10:44 pm (UTC)
"You haven't been looking?" he asked with mock hurt, a faint flush coloring his ears. Something it seemed he'd never get past, no matter the gun in his hand or the implant in his armed. Doomed to be a perpetually embarrassed teenager when it came to this stuff.

Jamie loaded another clip into the gun, staring at the target but not making any move to replace the protective gear or fire.
29th-Sep-2007 10:48 pm (UTC)
"Wasn't sure that's what they meant about me watching your back," Candice grinned even wider, perpetually determine to embarrass him as much and as often as she could.

There wasn't much to entertain her besides that.

"Keep complaining and I'll take it the wrong way," she added with a warning, glancing at the target and his lack of enthusiasm. "Are you going to shoot?"
29th-Sep-2007 10:52 pm (UTC)
"Are you?" he retorted, disregarding the rules of the range and raising the gun, emptying the clip into the target, a sudden wave of irritation washing over him.
29th-Sep-2007 10:58 pm (UTC)
The noise was deafening even as she put the earmuffs back on. It ripped through her, clear and sharp, like flashes of thunder or explosions all over New York City only seven years prior. She pretended to be careless because it suited her, but gunfire and bullets always seemed too messy.

When he didn't stop shooting, she rolled her eyes, bored, thinking he'd gone back to practice. She moved back to fill up a new target for herself, the lack of concentration in taking her aim greatly diminishing the effect.

It wasn't like she couldn't duck completely out of sight when it mattered.
29th-Sep-2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Jamie's ears were ringing slightly by the time he finished off the round. Setting the gun down, he tugged the earmuffs back on, leaving the goggles hooked in the front of his shirt and going to watch Candice's progress.

He didn't dare touch her, instead standing a few feet behind, arms crossed over his chest.
29th-Sep-2007 11:06 pm (UTC)
For some strange reason, while she couldn't help miss the target if she thought of it as a cardboard sheet, attributing a name or a face to it seemed to help. Gradually, the exercise became less a matter of imagination and more one of power play. Literally.

It was in Sylar's head as she'd seen him only in mug shots and security footage that she emptied the most bullets until her gun clicked, the trigger ending another ill-spent round.
29th-Sep-2007 11:10 pm (UTC)
"So I guess it is won't rather than can't," he remarked, taking a couple of steps forward as she finished off the clip, shuddering slightly at the image she'd created, blood and gore leaking down the features of a man already dead.

"Needed incentive, huh?"
29th-Sep-2007 11:30 pm (UTC)
"Needed to make it real," she shrugged, knowing that she couldn't fire at a piece of cardboard, that she couldn't aim on command. She was bad at taking orders unless she believed what she was doing. This was her attempt to make herself believe. Besides, there wasn't a day that went by that she wanted to shoot Sylar for what he'd done.

"I'd have gone for the president," she mock-whispered. "But that would've been tacky."
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