Practice Makes Perfect: Practice Range

[Kasim Chionesu]

Kasi threw his towel into the hamper that rested by the door of the practice range as he entered. He found the range empty, save for him and anyone who had followed. He headed to the weapons storage and took out one of his Glock 22s. Sure, he could just use a stock weapon, but Kasim made very careful adjustments to his own weapons and he hated having to fiddle around for half an hour with a new Glock just to get it to function the way he wanted it to.

Kasim took a few magazines of ammo and headed down to the small weapons range and took out a pair of eye protection goggles and ear-plugs. After adjusting them, he went to the target files. He bypassed the Manning ones Hellboy had especially made and instead pulled out a plain black silhouette raget. He clipped it on the wire above his stand and sent it down three hundred yards before emptying his magazine into it. He brought it back and saw that he had mostly head and neck shots, except for one that had skewed off to the side. Grumbling slightly, Kasim said, "Someone must have been playing you." To his Glock before beginning to readjust the dials on it.

(Open.)

[isabellacross]

Isabella Cross

Isabella followed Kasim to the practice range. Her eyes taking in everything. Expecting it to be more like a shooting range. she was curious at what to expect. On a place like this, she should be ready for anything.

Looking Kasim over, he was strange to her...Probably the fact that he looked, rather normal. nearly everyone she met was some kind of alien. Minus Jellas and Derek, but still. "What am i suppose to do here?" she asked taking a look around Bella just couldn't put her finger on this room. How was she suppose to practice using her powers when she couldn't see any logical way to acquire them in the first place. did they have a potted plant some where that she wasn't seeing?

[Kasim Chionesu]

Kasim was pleasantly surprised to find that the new arrival had followed. He ejected his magazine cartridge and removed his ear plugs in time to hear her question.

"What am I supposed to do here?" she asked. Kasim smiled kindly.

"Well, the Bureau has tried to be as accommodating as possible for providing practice targets for every agent's unique powers." He beckoned her to follow him from the shooting range to a wide arena. It was much like a coliseum of old, with the practice range's managers watching the arena from windows above. Kasim walked Isabella over to a small table with controls and a microphone. "You speak into the microphone, telling those gentlemen up there what you need, and they'll have targets and such pop up that you can practice on. I must admit, I'm jealous of those who get to use this arena." He shrugged. "All I have are handguns, nothing very fantastical to play with."