<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/>"Hope and reality are two very different things." The reply was quick, flat, and without a shred of remorse. His face didn't even change to show any sense of emotion, but one could tell he was certainly displeased. She passed herself off as the obedient sort, but to him, one needed to wait and see if she was even half as determined as she wanted him to believe. So far, nothing about her inspired him with confidence she would meet any demand. "This little class right here, is your chance. I am all that stands between you being considered competent or incompetent, and for your sake, I hope whatever you can do will push my opinion toward competent."<br/><br/>He turned away as she began to speak about details that one could consider extraneous, throwing out the paper cup in a trash can before he pocketed his hands and turned around to approach. He wouldn't say anything in regards to the information she had given him, as she realized a moment later he only wanted to know any information related to her training with a gun. "... Yes, exactly. Anything at all?" He inquired, before she mentioned being late because... She brought her own gun. It was delayed, but there was the poor excuse for being late.<br/><br/>She was... Perhaps too nice for her own good, and very much talking to the wrong man right now. "Save your apologies for after this little class is over, until then I want to see resul... Everything you have?" He paused, raising a brow. She began to approach her car while the man began to develop a sinking feeling in his gut. She couldn't have been serious about that, right? He almost wished now it was just a badly-conceived excuse.<br/><br/>It was then, he would learn, that she was not one for tall tales. The back of her car may as well have been an armory for all he knew, and the selection of arms were less one would see in a store and more what one would find in a military base. It started off simple enough, but as the list went on, he became increasingly annoyed with the vixen... If nothing else, she was crazy prepared, with all emphasis on crazy. If she was a demon, what was the need for all of these guns?<br/><br/>"... Are you planning an armed intervention or to overthrow some government? If the answer is no... You brought too much to the field." He started, narrowing his eyes as she looked at him expectantly. "Furthermore you drove like a madwoman with all of these guns in the back of your car through civilian streets. I am beyond shadows of doubt that no peacekeeper worth their salt would let you go free if you had been caught, and there's only so many strings we can pull to get you sprung out of jail before it turns bloody. Think Security Detail, not Guerilla Warfare next time, and I better not find your car packed like an armory again." He sighed, before reaching into the car to draw the .45 and hand it to her. "Here, this will suffice. Load up and get ready for target practice." He finished, stepping away from Nerissa and moving toward the firing range.<br/><br/>Truly, a tough nut to crack.