Who: Penny and Bree What: Working on their aim Where: Gun range in neutral territory When: Monday Afternoon Rating: PG-13 for guns Status: COMPLETED
With all that had been going on the past few weeks, and all Penny had in store for the next few, a trip to the range was in order. Nothing solidified anger like the raw power of firing a gun, and Penny didn’t get to do it nearly often enough. So she had dropped off Coltrane with his alternate babysitter and headed out. She felt bad leaving him, he was already growing attached, and the way he whined when she left only served to highlight her own softness. She had knelt to nuzzle and stroke him, letting him play her emotions like she was his favorite instrument. Now wasn’t the time to let herself be the gushing girl. That could only lead to failure, more bodies in alleyways and trunks, or worse, her own body in an alleyway or a trunk.
She would take care of Declan first, and then find who had taken it upon themselves to touch Abby and take care of them, too. After witnessing what Declan was capable of firsthand and hearing choice details about the violence of her secondary target, this wasn’t going to be a fair fight. If Penny were going to accomplish the feat, she had to use the advantages she already had and develop others. Being small, female, and cute gave her the element of surprise… but that wore off real quick once her gun was out. She needed to be fast.
There was only one place to work on her aim without drawing too much attention, a range she knew in neutral territory. None of the Italian boys would be over there to goad her while she practiced. No one would expect her to be friendly. She could focus her rage, on eye shut, arms extended in front of her she squeezed out round after round, reloaded, and repeated. Just the thought of the vibration in her palms and arms brought a calm Penny hadn’t felt in weeks.
It was a quick bus ride, the cold feel of her pistol at her back. She usually didn’t notice it, but right now she was itching to put it to use. Afternoon found the range empty, this was a spot for hobbyists, not Made Men. Penny chose her stall, loading before emptying the clip in quick succession and repeating. The therapeutic value was higher than she remembered.