Bullet casings tumbled to the ground with their trademark "tink" as Joe Shimokita finished unloading his DG 9's on the target dummies.  With the push of a button, each of the numerous dummies approached him, so that he could evaluate his accuracy.  20 holes perforated the various targets, 17 of which on non-lethal locations that would debilitate a suspect, 2 that had landed on vital organs, and 1 which would have been a fatal head shot.  "Not good enough," he muttered to himself.  One head shot was one too many. As an officer of Orpheus, he felt it was his duty to take suspects alive if possible.<br/><em>You aren't pleased?</em><br/>there it was again, the voice of the demon, taunting him as usual.<em> Are you afraid? Afraid that in a combat situation you might actually KILL something? hehehe, you're so soft. That I a demon PRINCE could have possibly been sealed away inside of you is an unbearable shame. You're pathetic, little man!  You want to unload all those bullets into the heads of those targets, all of them, and yet you deny yourself the raw pleasure. WHY?</em><br/>Joe dissolved his guns into his pocket dimension and walked out of the firing range without a word. Thankfully, the demon shut up too. Joe was troubled by how strong it had gotten. Before, it couldn't even speak to him, but now it was taunting him regularly. Sullenly, he opened the door to his room, listlessly opening the envelope that had been taped to his door.  After perusing its contents, a small smile crept across his face.  "A trip to Hawaii does sound nice.  I've always wanted to see the tropics on this planet." With renewed vigor, he began packing some clothes into his pocket dimension.