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femmejosephine) wrote2016-02-02 08:13 pm
femmejosephine) wrote2016-02-02 08:13 pm
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A few revelations
It was a risk to go to the gun range. She knew it. One of these days someone was going to recognize her and ask interesting questions about why the restaurant owner was extremely proficient with firearms. On the other hand, not keeping up her skills was stupid, especially considering she was armed nearly every minute of every day. She didn't carry at the gym, obviously, and if she was working the floor at the restaurant she tended not to, but other than that, always.
She tried to reduce the risk at the gun range by always going at different days and times so no pattern could be established, by using different routes to get there, and of course by always renting a gun and choosing different lanes. Not the same gun, either. Just some gun, whatever her eye landed on first. Her shooting glasses were slightly darker than normal, too, although they didn't impede her vision.
She'd done all that today too, and now she was getting ready to leave. She'd had a good day - her targets had been well-clustered, and because the range had been almost empty, she'd let herself be a little better than usual. Normally she didn't work to her full capacity because that would raise questions too, but sometimes it was satisfying to cluster the shots so tightly. She was sure that said something about her psychology since she'd given up that life and yet maintained her skills, but Madeline wasn't here to ask her about it.
She tried to reduce the risk at the gun range by always going at different days and times so no pattern could be established, by using different routes to get there, and of course by always renting a gun and choosing different lanes. Not the same gun, either. Just some gun, whatever her eye landed on first. Her shooting glasses were slightly darker than normal, too, although they didn't impede her vision.
She'd done all that today too, and now she was getting ready to leave. She'd had a good day - her targets had been well-clustered, and because the range had been almost empty, she'd let herself be a little better than usual. Normally she didn't work to her full capacity because that would raise questions too, but sometimes it was satisfying to cluster the shots so tightly. She was sure that said something about her psychology since she'd given up that life and yet maintained her skills, but Madeline wasn't here to ask her about it.
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She stared at Phil for a while, studying his face and his body language, watching him react to being stared at distrustfully.
"I'd be willing to discuss it if you really need me," she finally said again. As agreements went, it could have been stronger.
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"And that's all I ask. I promise." Leaning back, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills, enough to cover the drinks if they hadn't been paid. And if they had, they'd pay for her next round. "I'll let you be, I figure I've given you enough to think about today and I know you just wanted to blow off some steam. For that I apologize."
He got up and started for the door.
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She didn't follow him out, or not yet at least. Part of that was because she wanted to consider whether she'd just made a fatal mistake in trusting Phil enough to not only tell him what she'd done but also agree to talk to him if he needed her skills. Part of it was that if she did follow him, he might be justifiably concerned that she was planning to just make sure he couldn't tell anyone.
In the end, she would have Phil's back. And maybe he'd have hers.