He stood quiet for a while, about to speak several times but said nothing. Greg nodded at Jan when he reported about being completed. "Well done" He said to Jan. He then turned back to Deuce. "Be frank to me, Deuce. Who is of best use to a team if he knows how to work as one? The close combat soldier who sneaks around corners, or the sniper, WHO SEES EVERYTHING!" He grunted, having one fist clenched. "I do not think you realise how much a team needs the sniper."
Being attentive to Greg's detailed explanation, the drill initially seemed fairly simple, with no added complications. Amir had wondered if that was all to it. "45% accuracy? Not a problem", he said revealing a slight smile. Walking up to the firing position, Greg had expectedly added a stipulation. "Weather forecast?", he inquired quietly, just as he did such, water began pouring down upon him, and the others. This in itself wasn't going to be a huge detriment, but Amir knew it would have slight hinder on his vision, still not a problem, he said to himself.
Now, the worst was over. Or so Amir thought. Another 'pleasant surprise' came in the form of light tampering. With no night vision, or anything of the sort the Major planned on relying on calculations, and rapid fire in intervals. The difficulty in this mission was minimal, so Amir fully agreed with Apple when he said that this would be the 'easiest', at least, so far.
Raising his rifle, he took aim carefully in the dummy's line of movement. He took note how long it took for the dummy to move back and forth. Counting in his mind seemed sufficient, and indeed, it proved to be such. *BANGBANGBANG*. Amir's gun fired several shots in succession, he nailed the dummy in the torso, head, upper arm, and in the neck numerous times after his magazines had been emptied. He took pride in his aim, however, he noticed he'd missed a couple shots. Perfect accuracy wasn't something Yaacov needed, nor would it come about from a rapid firing assault rifle, unless one fired a shot per minute, he thought, and Amir didn't plan on staying there all day to unload an immense amount of bullets - despite the fact there was no time limit. That Desert Eagle would've been more suitable if he wanted to hit the dummy each time. He'd been hoping Greg wouldn't jump on his case about it, as being a soldier himself he would've understood.
(Edit: Then I'll change mine back to the original version 😛).
[Do not worry, Advent. Alice will not have 100% 🙂]
Greg arched an eye-brow. He met Deuce's eyes and held his arms crossed. "And I do not care" He responded coldly, keeping eye-contact and waiting for the reaction of the man "And you will not either. These people is your team now. You have been officialy transfered. You are too good for your old team, but among these, you are average. Like the rest of them" He paused, extended his arm and poked Deuce on the chest rough "Accept the fact!"
After loading the clip, hazel lifted the rifle to port arms, yawned, and headed out, straightening her baggy sweats for a moment. Brushing a stray piece of stringy blonde hair out of her eyes she took a step out, instantaneously barraged by torrents of water. She looked meekly down at her white shirt and grimaced.
Wonderful.
sighing she shook out her wet hair, resembling something quite like a drowned rat, and searched out her targets. instantly she moved to a parade right shoulder, and dropped to lower one knee as she fired a round into dummy number one, nailing it with success that was near perfect, before moving on to the final dummies. These rounds where not as successful, but she was , for the most part, quite well on target. She couldn't help but think she would have more precise accuracy from an F15 a couple thousand feet off the ground rather than here. This brought a soft, sullen smile to her face as the drops of water rolled off her eye lashes and dripped down her slightly tanned nose.
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"No, my was far more coordinated than all of them and welll was.. a team. These people couldn't work together if their lives depended on it."
Deuce roled his eyes.
"It will not work if you do not give it the chance! You are one track minded, kid, and we will have to work on that" Greg said, appearently turning annoyed at Deuce. He then turned and faced Amir who just had completed the shooting. He noticed the misses but chose to not say anything about it. "Good. That was not hard at all, was it?" He asked with a grin, before turning back to Deuce again. "If you ever act hostile to me like that again, I will not go slack on you!" Greg stared Deuce into the eyes, once more crossing his arms and observing the unit shoot at the targets.
Greg laughed "What does size matter when you stand in the way of a bullet? If you want to brag, do it to someone you can impress. Nothing you have ever done will ever impress me, kid! I have seen and done it all, twice as good at the minimum!" He sighed as Deuce walked away. What did the world come to. These people were supposed to be an elite squad, but he had a pack of kids from daycare around his throat. He then turned around to watch the other members of the squad work, as Hazel completed her session of the task. "Very well done, cub" Greg said with a grin as he noted it in the piece of paper he had.
Hazel gazed over at Duece and laughed softly. So, he heald a grudge? She'd better not get on his bad side. A smirk crossed her face. She had a knack for that, just pushing a bit too far at times. Then again, everyone here could have a terrible bad side, but was it really possible for her to be ok with everyone? She had always presumed herself to be at least a little likeable. Renoting the condition of her shirt, Hazel saluted with a sweet smile and tried not to playfully grin. This had been quite fun.
" All done, sir! rounds completed, weapon in check! "
Turning then, she headed into the building, and toward her room. Then the tiredness hit her once more, and she, wet self and all, laid back on her bed, yawning. Strins of wet hair where plastered toher forhead, and she didn't even summon the enrgy to get up and clsoe her door. Curled up with her rifle, she was ready to pass out.
Greg remained silent. No matter how much it hurt him not to answer that statement, no matter how much pride and respect was at stage, he could not answer. He was not allowed to talk about his military past. Not allowed and not willing, as he was not interested in, among other things, military court. So, instead of replying, he turned away from Deuce. And cursed be Deuce if he took this as a sign of weakness. He still had a bunch of days remaining with the whole squad before they could leave the base. One thing that made Greg enjoy his work, was that he was allowed to hold and use personal grudges. Hell, Lunar Eclipse barely knew half the things Greg had done in his past. His work for the government had been classified. Only a few people in the entire nation knew it, and only three people had access to his files. The President, The Official U.S army General and the appointed director of Lunar Eclipse.
" Greg is right and Duece needs to stfu thank God hes gone" He aime at his target. As the lights flickered he fired and hit the target. "let Duece shove that up his ass " It hit the need which would be a kill. He laughed and aimed some more in the light. He shot the rest of them down decently " well finished and i got 6 extra bullets..."
Royce grabbed his gun steady, standing at the shooting range. "45%? With this gun and two clips? God, luckily this is not time-based" He thought as he took careful aim. He held the gun as steady as possible and started fireing against the target. Even if he would have constant fire, it would still take a lot of time to empty two clips for this gun. Eventually he was completed with one of the clips, and as he prepared the second, he looked at the dummy.
[i]"Hmm.. Around 70%, I'd say" He thought to himself as the second clip was loaded.
Opening fire once more, the dummy was almost entirely worn out by all the bullets that had gone trough it. Royce however, completed the session and took a closer look to make a status report. If he had put his back into it, he'd probably get better "60%" He said to Apple as he turned around and walked up to him. "I'm guessing I had a 60% accuracy"
Deuce got to the door and waited before attempting to go outside. He may have seen no one out there but he could see a glare from a scope coming from a tower. "Damn they have this place under wraps.." He remembers back in the targeting range. He heard the comment Rand had made. "What an idiot.. how could someone as useless as him get into a group like this? He can't even shoot in the dark and he thinks he is better than me. Even Greg said that the sniper was key player in a unit.." He laughed. "He's just a little guy nothing for me to worry about.. not to mention I get to be nice and safe away from the combat.. well almost." A grin slid across his face as he thought about being the unknown shooter.