<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailey Birrell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Firing Range<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Shooting at targets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hailey set the target back to 20 metres, listening to Jena's tale before passing her the bottle again, she put on the glasses and wore the muffs around her neck, accepting the bourbon back for another mouthful, winching as she was shook off balance again.  She put the bottle down, and with the muffs on and carbine raised fired off a series of short bursts.<br/><br/>She moved out of her bay,<strong>"MAYBE A GOOD PROPAGANDA FILM FOR WHO EVER WINS!?!"</strong>she replied,<strong>"NICE VERTICAL TRACKING"</strong>Hailey complimented, handing Jena the bottle.  She hit the button for her own, admiring the tight grouping and the fist sized hold at it's centre.<br/><br/>Hailey removed her sheet and held it up for Jena to see,<strong>"Think I should try the grenade launcher next?"</strong>She asked, taking off the muffs.