10-02-2007, 03:30 PM
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ZU Angels... back in black.
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Re: Unloading a Chamber or Two Before a Job (Altamira)
Tracey de Carlo wasn't the best shot in town, but the police badge pinned to her hat made the hands of the men in the room tense quicker on their handgrips then any decorated shooter's presence could. She entered slowly and confidently, swinging back the door of the shooting gallery open as wide as its hinges would allow, and then stood for a moment outlined by the desert sun in a theatrical pose, both hands at her hips with one firmly grasping the pistol in her holster. Some of the eyes in the room rose to meet her, and others just remained fixed on their targets.
For those not watching, she decided to make her next series of actions even more demanding of attention.
The inspector strode in, nodding a greeting to the manager of the place as if she were a regular, even though it was only her second time practicing there. Good-humoredly, the man returned the greeting in kind and assigned her a spot at the targets. Tracey fumbled through the boxes of bullets at the counter, muttering a few things about each variety so low that any of her false statements couldn't be heard clearly enough to be pointed out. She loaded her white pistol then carefully, telling the closest shooter the tale of when she shot down some fool who had tried to get away from her on a hang-glider. The bullet had actually missed her target, the glider, and embedded itself in the criminal's arm--but Tracey never elaborated on that part of the story. The gist was just that she was countless meters away and had brought him to justice; case closed.
As the girl wrapped up her spiel, she noticed an austere-looking man with keen green eyes staring at her. His gaze quickly drifted away back to the targets ahead once he realized that he had been spotted, a light flush of color coming to his cheeks.
Intrigued, Tracey resumed her target-practice with her attention divided, as was a talent of hers; she appeared to be focusing on her shooting, but each time the man's gun went off and he naturally looked forward to gauge his success, she'd glance over to make her own observations. Judging from his complexion, she could easily tell that he was not from Rubato or any of the surrounding countries, but his build and skill with a firearm suggested that he may still be of the criminal kind. Such an interesting and sharp-minded looking man--what a shame if he has turned his energies to such activities. He'd be a difficult criminal to contend with.
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