Special Agent Night, (Night being a codename obviously. Who would name their kid Night?), aimed down the sights of his pistol at the trio of targets in front of him. It was pitch black all around him with only his targets lit up. Slow, easy breaths. In. Out. His father's voice was ever present when he had a firearm in his hands. Night had grown up around firearms. All his life they were there and his father had shown him how to use them. Proper breathing, proper posture, proper gun control. All his life they had been shown to him over and over until it was as natural to him as breathing itself. He could break down, clean, and put back together any weapon he owned in a matter of minutes.
All because his father had been a gun nut and it had rubbed off on him.
Slow breaths. Remember you squeeze the trigger, not pull it. If you pull it raises your barrel and will cause your shot to go off mark.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Lights snapped on above the target on his left. He immediately shifted his aim and fired twice at the chest. Always aim for center mass. Best chance of getting a hit. Then the one on the right. Again, he snapped his aim over and fired twice. Left then center. He kept count of how many shots he had fired and immediately dropped the magazine as the slide locked back. Without looking away his hand dropped to his waist and he pulled a magazine from his magazine pouch and slid it home, releasing the slide and continuing to fire on his targets as they were lit up one after the other. He went through the new magazine and another before finally stopping, the smell of cordite and gunpowder filling the air.
"Alright. Let's see how I did." he said softly as he pulled a pair of earplugs out and flipped a switch next to him. The lights in the underground shooting range immediately came back on and the targets drifted towards him on their tracks.
Winter House, the name of DSI headquarters in Duos City, was a three story structure with another two underground. DSI buildings were the same everywhere. Grey marble floor in the lobby, a couple of chairs in case somebody needed to wait, a security desk, and then the trio of elevators, only one of which could descend to the lower levels. Basement two held the shooting range as well as evidence lock up. Basement one was the holding cells. Second floor were the offices as well as a break room and third floor was. . . Actually, Night didn't even know what the third floor held. He'd have to ask the AIC about it.
A glance at his watch, worn with the watch face on the inside of his wrist, showed that it was almost seven in the morning. He had come in around five, wanting to get a look at his new workplace and a bit of shooting. DSI Squad 4077 was newly established in Duos and he hadn't met any of his new coworkers yet. He had met the AIC though, the man had informed him in person that he was being relocated to Duos City.
Night hadn't been very happy with this news and still wasn't. But there was nothing he could do, the bosses said frog and you jumped.
Guess I could go get some coffee. he said with a sigh as he pulled down his targets, happy with his groupings, and holstered his pistol in the small of his back. He whistled as he headed for the elevator.
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