It was time to focus on the task at hand, target practice. It was time to let go of unfinished business from the past and leave it for later.
After donning their protective headgear and loading live amo, the Captain quickly typed some commands into the console, and two separate digital displays flickered to life. Clearing her mind of everything except what Saitoh, and her father had told her about firing a side arm, she took her stance, her body remembering the now automatic pull pattern of the trigger, the one imprinted in her mind by the in unison pulls of the trigger when his hand covered hers. He turned to her and nodded. With a slight nod of her forehead towards him, she then took the first shot, commencing her practice session.
The attorney had never done any shooting with such realistic target simulations. The captain wasn’t kidding when he said they would be anything but static. The digital scenarios perfectly mimicked what an officer would find in the field, even going so far as to have a child pop up and run in front of the intended target just as he was about to be shot. Tokio managed to redirect her gun to miss the kid, but barely, it had been too close for her taste. She would need to concentrate a little harder the next time. She knew that there were many distractions in real life situations, such as the one at the diner yesterday. At the moment there was just one distraction in the room with her. The targets paled in the face of having to concentrate when images of him kept popping up and unnerving her.
When the attorney finished her own simulation --she only scored 91%, not bad she thought for a first try with a new high caliber weapon-- she removed her protective headgear and silently watched the man beside her finish his course. Tokio was awestruck. His moves were so smooth, yet precise and swift. It was like watching quicksilver in motion. He never missed a beat, defeating one challenge after another, deftly maneuvering around any innocent bystander the program injected into the action. When he finished, the shooting simulation screen went blank a moment before flashing a perfect score of 100%. She was not surprised in the least. The man was lethal. Woe to anyone who got in his way. She was sure that he would quickly meet out justice to any type of evil that crossed his path, or threatened those he’d taken an oath to protect.
She suddenly was aware of her hands, and the wafer-thin medi-burn gloves that covered them. They were supposed to come off tonight; it took two hands to remove them. There was no one at home to help her. She considered stopping by Bakufu Burgers to see if Tae could take them off for her, but if she couldn’t contact the woman by phone, she wouldn’t know which of the restaurants her friend would be working at tonight.
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Date: 2012-05-06 10:42 pm (UTC)It was time to focus on the task at hand, target practice. It was time to let go of unfinished business from the past and leave it for later.
After donning their protective headgear and loading live amo, the Captain quickly typed some commands into the console, and two separate digital displays flickered to life. Clearing her mind of everything except what Saitoh, and her father had told her about firing a side arm, she took her stance, her body remembering the now automatic pull pattern of the trigger, the one imprinted in her mind by the in unison pulls of the trigger when his hand covered hers. He turned to her and nodded. With a slight nod of her forehead towards him, she then took the first shot, commencing her practice session.
The attorney had never done any shooting with such realistic target simulations. The captain wasn’t kidding when he said they would be anything but static. The digital scenarios perfectly mimicked what an officer would find in the field, even going so far as to have a child pop up and run in front of the intended target just as he was about to be shot. Tokio managed to redirect her gun to miss the kid, but barely, it had been too close for her taste. She would need to concentrate a little harder the next time. She knew that there were many distractions in real life situations, such as the one at the diner yesterday. At the moment there was just one distraction in the room with her. The targets paled in the face of having to concentrate when images of him kept popping up and unnerving her.
When the attorney finished her own simulation --she only scored 91%, not bad she thought for a first try with a new high caliber weapon-- she removed her protective headgear and silently watched the man beside her finish his course. Tokio was awestruck. His moves were so smooth, yet precise and swift. It was like watching quicksilver in motion. He never missed a beat, defeating one challenge after another, deftly maneuvering around any innocent bystander the program injected into the action. When he finished, the shooting simulation screen went blank a moment before flashing a perfect score of 100%. She was not surprised in the least. The man was lethal. Woe to anyone who got in his way. She was sure that he would quickly meet out justice to any type of evil that crossed his path, or threatened those he’d taken an oath to protect.
She suddenly was aware of her hands, and the wafer-thin medi-burn gloves that covered them. They were supposed to come off tonight; it took two hands to remove them. There was no one at home to help her. She considered stopping by Bakufu Burgers to see if Tae could take them off for her, but if she couldn’t contact the woman by phone, she wouldn’t know which of the restaurants her friend would be working at tonight.