Keira let the Gauss rifle lay back down on the floor and put the energy cell in the pouch she'd designated to carry all of them, and set the pouch on the floor next to the rifle, pulling out a small pistol and aiming it down range. The pistol was a very basic infantry sidearm with no really distinguishing features. Keira fired off half a dozen rounds at a target, none of them really grouping that well together. Despite her time on the range and limited training, Keira kept all shots on target, though none grouping together to form any kind of a kill shot. She shrugged, and lowered the weapon, again raising it as she zeroed in on a target at about 45 meters. Pushing the range of most conventional weapons, Keira fired off another 6 rounds to empty the 12 round magazine. 4 shots hit, 2 in the stomach one in the torso and one just below the neck, and 2 grazed the side of the target.<br/><br/>"<strong>So, are we playing for stakes?</strong>" Keira pouted and shrugged, concerned with her lack of skills with the pistol. She'd spent more times with the automatic, so she reloaded her pistol but quick flipped the safety on and bent over, picking up the M7A7 Pulse Rifle. A caseless, 14.4mm rifle, the PR was the standard infantry rifle. They had over a dozen in the armory. Cheap, compared to most other weapons, the M7 still managed to keep everything going despite its low cost. It was the modern conventional rifle, though it was going out of style with body armor and suits becoming more and more resistant to conventional ammunition. Keira held off from firing, as she loaded one of the box-style magazines into the breach and the weapon let out a mechanical giggle as the magazine locked at the weapon automatically readied itself.