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[open] funny how fast things change

Date & Time: April 18, morning/afternoon
Location: The Hold, the police station
Characters: Saul & you!
Summary: It's not laser tag, but at least he gets to shoot something. Pissed off as Saul may be, he knows he has to go get Jesse's records. First, though, he's going to blow off some steam and finally get acquainted with his weapon.
Warnings: n/a at the moment.

[Early morning finds Saul, surprisingly enough, in the Hold.

He doesn't like this place.

Then again, that can be said about this whole place, not just the Hold.

Anyway, there he is, down in one of the training rooms with his weapon and a box of cartridges that look just like the ones his weapon is meant to use but aren't quite. They're not electrified, these cartridges — he doesn't see the point in firing those at a training dummy. It'd be a waste.

And because someone made the mistake of telling him this thing is supposed to be sentient, he's talking to it.

The dummy he's been firing at has few cartridges sticking out of its torso. The rest? Stuck to the wall behind it.]

Come on, you piece of junk. Be sentient, or whatever. Aim yourself. God damn —

[He aims, fires off another round. This one winds up jammed at an awkward angle in the floor.]

Son of a bitch!

[Here's the thing: he doesn't know how to fire a gun like this. He also started the day off mad — actually, he hasn't stopped being mad since he talked to Lisbeth — and he's just getting madder. Mad enough that he almost flings his weapon across the room, but stops himself before he lets go, so all he really manages to do is tweak a muscle in his arm.]

*

[Luckily, being angry takes a lot of energy, so by the time he finishes off the box of rounds and changes into a suit (a suit that's in dire need of tailoring and a splash or two of color, but beggars can't be choosers) for his field trip to the police station, he's much more subdued.

Still mad, though.

He has no idea what he's going to come up against, once he gets there. What he'll find out, what will change as a consequence of him finding out, yadda yadda, blah blah, shit sucks. And while it's true that he wanted the chance to do his job again, he wasn't really hoping for this.

After pacing on the steps of the station for a solid three minutes full of fidgeting with his briefcase and tie, he passes through the door and assumes as cool an exterior as any, then strides up to the front desk.

And smiles.]

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Yeah, the movies aren't good at that. [ Neither are comics, but I digress.

Kate take the weapon, handling it carefully herself. Always treat a gun like it's loaded, even if it's not: basic gun safety. Keeping her finger outside the trigger guard, she quickly checks the magazine and then loads the chamber with the bullets.

She raises the gun at the target, both hands wrapped securely around the frame of the gun. ] Right, you keep a firm grip on the gun at all times. Just with your ring and middle fingers. Your thumbs should be clear from the slide since you could injure it during recoil.

Your dominant hand should be used for aiming and steadying the weapon.

[ Her arm is steady and her feet are set shoulder-width apart. Knees slightly bent, frame also a touch leaned forward. She then looks back at him to see if he's paying attention. ]

[Oh, he's paying attention. Actual attention, surprisingly enough — he only looked at her butt for like two seconds before moving on to take careful note of how she's standing, what's positioned where, how her fingers look against the gun.

When she looks back at him, he nods.]

And then you just... [He makes a finger-gun, then flicks his thumb.] Bang?

[ Barking up the wrong tree, Saul!!

She adjusts her stance to how it was before, giving a nod as she gets the gun leveled with her eyes. ]

Might want to cover your ears.

[He's always barking up a wrong tree somewhere, let's be real.

He covers his ears.

And also maybe takes a little step back.]

[ She focuses on the target, imagining there are nerve centers she's supposed to be aiming for and fires one round. The bullets hits the torso directly before she lowers the gun. ]

[Saul whistles.]

You make it look so easy. The ones I managed to shoot there? Total flukes. The one by his shoulder happened because of a sneeze.

[This actually isn't true, but.

He has reasons.]

And you said you were rusty.

[ She rubs her ear. God, that was loud. Most her own guns were grappling guns or pepper guns. ]

Lucky shot. [ A beat. Well, it's not a lie. ] My old man's a full bird in the Army. [ They've got plenty of guns, though they're his. ]

[Saul offers a look of sympathy. He's been at this for an hour — it's a wonder he can still hear at all.

Then: ha.

Of course Mr. This Girl's Dad is.]

And you?

[ A soldier, but it's difficult to explain it to others. ]

Had my stint. [ It's the truth. USMA didn't work out the way she expected it to. A lot of things in life hadn't, but she had been able to find her way to serve.

Now here she is, enlisted in a war in another universe. ]

[He won't say he can tell, but now that she's said as much — he can tell.]

I'm a lawyer.

[Said as though that should explain everything.]

[ Yeah, it does. ]

So why a gun? [ Easiest to arm yourself with, sure, but not everyone has the guts to actually use one, even if it's just shock cartridges.

She slides open the chamber and removes the magazine, making sure she can hand it back safely to Saul. ]

This thing has pretty impressive range, from what I understand.

[He's not going to come out and say that he wants to stay as far off the front lines as possible, but there, Kate. Have a hint.

He reaches out and takes the gun, testing the weight in his hands like Kate maybe worked some magic on it.

Feels the same, though.]

[ She dusts her hands off on her jeans before resting one against her hip. ]

If you ask on the network, I'm sure someone will offer to show you. Lots of people needing something to do.

I'll keep that in mind.

[Really, though, he's not going to — he'd rather not go public with these requests. Talk about exposing a weak spot...

This whole thing was bad enough.]

I appreciate the help, Miss...?

It's Kate. [ Bucky knows how to fire a gun, but she's not sure about sending anyone Broody McBroodster's way. ]

Miss Kate.

[Saul offers his hand.]

Saul Goodman.

[ She takes the hand. Hers is a firm, calloused grip. ]

Kate is fine. You're Jewish? [ She didn't take him for a Jew initially. ]

I come from a very mixed family.

[It's not a lie, technically.

His grip is firm, but his hands are smooth. He expects that will change pretty soon. Unfortunately.]

[ Just another person to keep an eye on if she spots him near the front lines. ]

That would explain it. [ A beat. ] How long you been here now?

Three weeks. Almost three, actually.

[Two days away, to be exact.]

What about you?

[ A split-second pause as she "counts" the days in her head. No, she's always known. She's a little obsessed, to be honest. ]

Nearly six months.

[There's nothing wrong with attention to detail. Saul's keeping tally, too.

He's never quite sure how to react to people saying they've been here more than a little while. Sympathy? Congratulations?

He settles on a neutral look, this time.]

Keeping busy?

[ She wouldn't blame him. She's often at a loss for words when she talks about it with others. ]

Trying, anyway. [ Even patrol is glum and boring. She had things to work on back home and being ripped away from it leaves her at a bit of a loss. She hasn't felt this unsettled since she got discharged. ]

With...?

[Saul could guess, but he wouldn't even attempt to at this point.

It's probably something weird.]

Anything. A bunch of us are helping to fix up a synagogue in the city. About two weeks back I headed out with another group to see what the outlands was like, too.

[ And comic book hero stuff, etc. ]

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