InsaneJournal

RP: Ash
Who: Ash
Where: Range
When: 4-29-12
Summary: Ash gets in some more target practice.



Weekends were the most difficult, Ash had found. They were long, boring, and lonely. She had been used to being busy with friends or work in the real world. In Omega, she was basically alone. Sure, she had Eric to game with, and sometimes Nick or Dom, but other than interacting with the others on Club night, her weekends were spent mostly alone.

She'd been in Omega three and a half months now. She worked hard at training, even if she wasn't the best at it. She worked hard in the office, even if Brian's constant insults and innuendos made her uncomfortable and Nell's cool, professional demeanor reminded her daily how because she had principles, morals, and ethics that didn't match she was in the wrong. Her upbringing as a good, decent, honest person seemed only to ostracize her when it should have been the opposite.

Ash drew the .22 quickly from its holster and fired at the target. She was up to ten feet now where she could hit the target every time. As Gemma had said, the .22 was lighter and easier to handle than the gun Ash had been given by Callen. Ash was slowly but surely progressing, and she would continue to do so. She had enough time on her hands, after all.