<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outdoor Shooting Range<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"We've been over this. Does this look like the face of one well-versed in jokes?" Albion asked with that familiar sense of deadpan Nerissa could come to expect from him from now on. But there it was, the gravity: He had carelessly left his life in her hands, to be saved or taken with the pull of a trigger. She would learn this was not all fun and games anymore. "I am fully aware of this... What's your point? So far, you're the only person I've had to subject this to... But you need to be tested in an environment where the stakes are high. I can risk no life but my own for the endeavor, as I wouldn't make others do what I wouldn't do myself." He continued before narrowing his eyes. "I expect you to take this task seriously, not question my choices... There are things you don't deserve to know, that's all there is to it."<br/><br/>He closed his eyes as she continued to resist, before he shook his head.  "Everyone has taken it easy on you so far... Some may have even taken advantage of you. You needed to learn this entire outfit is deadly serious when it needs to be, and there are some things you just can't take lightly." He continued, opening his eyes. "There will be no rubber bullets. I set the terms, I accept the outcomes: You will do it with live ammunition, and by the end if this you will either have peace of mind or my blood on your hands. Whatever it is... The fun stops here. Now it's time to get serious." He finished with a cold tone. If one could hear it, one could guess... He really was ready and willing to die.<br/><br/>"... I kill people and demons at the request of my superiors. I smoke daily and I rent company almost weekly for the evening. I stopped finding any real sense of meaning in my life some time ago. So rest easy if you pull the trigger and I hit the floor, you're only disposing of someone who's lost their resolution, nothing more. Now quit your whining, take aim, and shoot."