Gun Range, Sunday evening

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After saying good-bye to Kennedy on Friday, Dru had pretty much kept to herself for the weekend. She knew the new kids had turned up the day before but it didn't make much sense to go to the picnic and meet people, not when she could get a call from Christophe saying it was time to leave any day now.

Just because she'd been practicing with the Malaika it was no reason to let her other skills slip. So Sunday evening found Dru in the range steadily working through several clips of bullets.

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[raspberryturk]

Reno blinked at that one, and then shook his head and laughed. Couldn't help it. He'd just given her a job, and shit, he didn't know her name, either.

"Reno," he replied, holding out his hand. "Name's Reno, yo. Don't think I caught yours either, for that matter."

Not that he'd use it much. Reno was a much bigger fan of his affectionate little nicknames.

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He'd hired her and didn't even know her name. Dru didn't know if she should be amused or afraid. Either way, it would probably be fun.

"Dru," she replied, taking the offered hand. "Dru Anderson."

[raspberryturk]

Reno was spontaneous like that. Hell, he was still looking for another TA, just to round things out a little. He was percolating vague plans to just grab somebody in the hallway and inform them that they'd been drafted for TA duty, if he didn't trip over somebody else soon.

"Good to meet you, Dru," he said with a smirk. "An' now that I got a name to put on the paperwork, I'll see you Tuesday, yo."

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"Tuesday. I'll be there. But for now, gun cleaning."

Her father would have been proud.