<b>DudeGuy</b><br/><br/>Touma couldn't here the small firearm in her hands go off, but she could definitely feel the small amount of kick it provided.<br/><br/>Shot after shot moved her closer to using her new weapon more proficiently, and soon, she could determine where a shot would land beyond its normal range. It was clear the bullets were completely effective no more than 10 feet away, so it took some measure of practice and skill to determine where the bullets would land beyond that. It was clear this weapon was made for close, silent encounters.<br/><br/>Touma seemed to be in the zone, and only after noticing her ammo box was nearly empty did she bother to look at the time. She had a few minutes to kill before the briefing Mister Sir had told her to attend.<br/><br/>(Skill Acquired : Proficiency with the S4M.)<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/><u>~Dark_Times~</u><br/>The two mobster goons took a few steps back, their eyes focused on the fat man they had just dragged in. It was obvious to you that he would live, which meant more money in your pocket and another friend that has your back. In this world, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" is the rule, but you soon find yourself thinking about what he could have possibly been doing, to catch a bullet.<br/><br/>"Thank God." One of the goons began, putting his hand on his partner's shoulder for support as he bent over. "Cera-Gina woulda' castrated us if the boss died."<br/><br/>"No shit about that." The other said, his face turning grim. "That lady is crazy."<br/><br/>It seemed the fat man's goons were relieved, being that you likely saved them from a horrible fate, as well as their boss from death.