<b>RE: Tears of Scarlet, Chapter 1: The End</b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">For a moment, she debated mouthing off to the large man, informing him in a none-too-polite way that this wasn't exactly a job that she had signed up for. This had been forced upon her after an exceedingly stupid lapse in judgment. But, the thought came and went quickly. Seeing the massive arm that reached in her direction instantly made her second guess saying or doing anything dub enough to tick the big man off. One of his biceps was the size of her head after all.<br/>
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After giving the voodoo dance a few tries, Touma got the hang of handling the weapon. Thankfully, it wasn't anything too complicated. If she felt any dumber than she thought she made herself look thus far, she would have have died from being so embarrassed. "Thanks, for everything," she said, accepting the items he handed to her. After flashing a smile, she hurried into the bathroom and changed.<br/>
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After several minutes, she emerged in a standard issue female lab technician outfit. The false glasses were tucked into her pocket, but the choker she wore around her neck. Her ID was worn around her neck as well, the picture on it perfectly capturing her ever-so-charming scowl. It wasn't hard to imagine how unhappy she was after being caught, tied down, and having a black bag thrown over her head after all.<br/>
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Touma slipped the ear muffs and glasses on as she walked into the firing range, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings. It wasn't hard to imagine that there was something like this inside of JoJo, not after seeing and witnessing firsthand how well trained their soldiers were. But, it did make her wonder why she was here. What did that Mr. Sir have in store for her?<br/>
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Before she knew what she was doing, the S4M was raised and aimed at a target a healthy distance away. She could see the target, the center of it, the head, and could faintly make out the markings. Touma already knew that it was unrealistic to expect to hit dead center immediately. So long as she could hit any part of the circles, she'd be satisfied. For the moment at least.<br/>
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Her finger slowly began to pull back on the trigger, her heart beginning to race as she did so. Though this was making her extremely nervous it was also strangely. . .<i>exhilarating</i>.<br/>
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When the trigger was pulled back as far as it would go, she could feel the sensation of the recoil of the weapon continuously shooting through her arms.<br/>
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She just fired a gun for the first time in her life, and strangely enough, she didn't hate the feeling of doing so.</span>