<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barracks<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Comparing gun sizes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/>Swigging deeply from the whiskey, Jena smirked.<strong>"Hey, I like a big bang as much as the next gal, hun. And overkill is the ONLY kind worth shit. Buuuuut...might wanna talk to the janitors 'fore you make that kinda mess, huh?"</strong>Carefully setting the half-empty booze container down, she walked, maybe a *touch* unsteadily, over the the rifle racks, and took down a desert-finish AR-15, the very rifle she had shown up with. Now, after some loving attention at an armorer's bench, it was no longer civilian- legal, having been converted back to full-auto capable. But then, she was no longer a civilian.<br/><br/>She hung another target, ran it out to 50 meters, close to the end of the range.  Slapping a box in, she worked the slide, flipped off the safety, and bent over to rest her elbows on the barrier, stabilizing her.  Hailey likely wondered how she could possibly shoot with her hips swaying like they were- and if she was even aware of doing it- but in a second, the high-pitched paper-tearing sound of the overcharged 5.56 rounds split the air, almost painful even through the ear protectors.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>