Trudy Chacon (
hallelujahpilot) wrote2010-05-21 01:22 pm
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There is practice to let off steam, and there is practice because practice is important and can mean the difference between getting home in one piece and being, shall we say, eaten.
So the gun-range has a pilot today, albeit it one dressed in the Marine uniform instead of her flightsuit. She has a handgun instead of a rifle (her thigh-holster is empty - no point in practicing with a weapon you aren't going to use) and, like before, the bullet holes cluster around the bull's eye.
Judging by the number, she's been here for a while, and she is just sliding in her last magazine when she catches sight of someone approaching.
"Mornin', Jack."
So the gun-range has a pilot today, albeit it one dressed in the Marine uniform instead of her flightsuit. She has a handgun instead of a rifle (her thigh-holster is empty - no point in practicing with a weapon you aren't going to use) and, like before, the bullet holes cluster around the bull's eye.
Judging by the number, she's been here for a while, and she is just sliding in her last magazine when she catches sight of someone approaching.
"Mornin', Jack."
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"Yeah. Carl's a big boy, though. Even if I had a problem, there's not much I could do."
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Beat.
"I, uh, prefer the not minding, though."
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Considering the number of relationships he's screwed up, usually because of his work, and the number of people he's gotten hurt because they were involved with him, he doesn't really have a place to question Carl's relationship decisions. Unless Carl was very mistaken about the other person, that is. He's not going to question Carl's decisions too much, but he's still got Carl's back.
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Such are the pitfulls of being career military.
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"Nope, I think I got that covered."
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Then she glances over at him, looking wry.
"You ask questions like a cop, you know."
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"Okay," she says at last. Then, as if she hadn't asked the question, she continues.
"So, not a lot of fresh blood, and the scientists don't like the Marines, and the Marines sure as hell don't like the scientists, and the miners are an odd bunch, too, but they'll side with us against the scientists, and no one trusts the admin guys." She grins. "And yours truly is somewhat stuck in the middle."
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Mostly, not entirely.
The way they look down on her for not having a degree grates, too.
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It's so nice, finding people who agree with her on this.
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He hesiates for a moment, rubbing the scar on the back of his right hand. "I worked in counter-terrorism. Some of the things we dealt with...it was probably a good thing people didn't know about every threat. They'd never leave their houses otherwise."
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She nods, slowly. "Yeah, I get that. But, there's a line ya gotta tread."
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Then she smiles, the expression tight.
"And I could bitch for hours, so I'll stop myself before I bore you."
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