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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6676669" data-attributes="member: 11146">The Native American mentioned by Cyril never materialized.  J.R., T-dawg, and Feral Li look around but see no one.  Everyone loaded up in the van.  J.R. drove another two miles--one mile to get through town, then another mile into the countryside on the east side of town--then turned right into a short gravel lane that led to a parking lot.  The lot was flanked on the left and right by earthen bunkers that stood perhaps fifteen feet tall.  A dense copse of trees occupied the terrain beyond the left bunker (on the east).  Straight ahead lay a newish polebarn with a concrete foundation, grey metal siding, and a forest green metal roof.  A woman in jeans, navy blue polo, Colts ballcap, and cowboy boots stood out front of the polebarn.  Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail out the back of her ballcap.  She sported a law enforcement badge clipped to her left side, and some kind of handgun in a holster on her right side.  J.R. recognized the handgun as a Glock .45.  The woman came forward and offered Feral a hand in greeting.  "Hi, I'm Deena.  You're the team from Indy?"  Deena looked around at the group.  Her brown eyes were quick and keen.  "I'm told most of you don't know your way around a firearm.  We'll fix that, don't you worry."  Deena led the way through the polebarn, which looked like half conference room and half administration, into the firing range in the back of the building.  Targets had been set up at intervals 25' to 50' distant.  An expanse of winterized grass greeted the group.  It was cold outside but clear.  A series of earthen hillocks surrounded the firing range on all sides.Deena walked over to a table beneath the polebarn's patio roof.  A large outdoor heater was blazing full blast, and a cooler of water stood beside the heater.  She pointed to an array of weapons and a pallet of ammunition.  "We'll work our way through these, let each of you determine which weapon best suits your arm.  There's water, make sure you drink up today.  Tomorrow we'll work on technique.  The day after, we'll do weapon safety and qualification."[ooc]Deena has all the Handguns that require a License (+1).  She does not have any of the four Handguns that are restricted: the Beretta 93R (9mm machine pistol), MAC Ingram M10 (.45 machine pistol), Skorpion (.32 machine pistol), or the TEC-9 (9mm machine pistol).  She also has all the Longarms that require a License (+1), but does not have any of the Longarms that are restricted (too many to list, please consult Table 4-4: Ranged Weapons (hardcover pp 96)).  Please consult the list of weapons and let me know if any of you wish to select one that you are interested in acquiring.  This would be a good time to add such an item to your wish list, if you haven't already.[/ooc]The first day at the firing range has its episodes of idiocy (feel free to provide descriptive fluff for what your character does today, just please no shooting anyone), and at the end of the day everyone is cold and tired.  Deena is an able instructor; she insists on sound-muffling headphones and plastic eye protectors, and even those you who entered the range not being safe within ten feet of a sidearm end the day at least able to hit the target some of the time from the 25' distance interval.  "Good job," Deena says as the sun starts to dip low in the sky.  She starts putting away the ammunition first.  Deena works quickly and efficiently, but there is a lot to pack up.  "Anyone up for BBQ?  I know a joint."  [ooc]It is 4:00 pm and starting to get dark.  BBQ in Indiana is pulled pork with red sauce.  Many BBQ places also serve chicken or beef.  It most certainly will not, however, be halal.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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