[Wolf has found a firing range.
A very useful firing range.
She didn't bother to put any protective gear on her ears as she aims for the various targets, and with a simple finger movement, shoots them all down in a graceful, fluid moment.]
I've lost some of my touch. I must keep training.[She's mumbling to herself as she occasionally pops a diazepam into her mouth.]
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