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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Reno didn't have bullets with him. In fact, Reno didn't even have a gun with him. His last one had kind of gone home with one of his AU kids about a zillion years ago, and he just hadn't had any reason to replace it.

That didn't mean that he didn't have a firearm. He had Thundaga materia slotted into his stun baton, after all, and it never hurt to brush up on his aim with it, especially since he hadn't had any actual need for it in months.

He was a little surprised to see that he wasn't the only one in the range this evening. Who worked on a weekend, right? But he settled back for a minute anyhow, watching the girl work her way through her ammo. He wanted to at least giver her some warning that there were going to be massive arcs of lightning flashing around the place as well, before potentially scaring the shit out of someone with a live weapon in their hand.

"Hey," he called, once it looked like she was between rounds. "Nice shootin' there, yo."