Torii reached over to ruffle his hair, "We need a recon guy though, and besides, you're also mister knock down the computer systems guy, and pretty much the only one who can do it."
Bobby propped up a ladder so torii could get to the roof of the workshop, pointing out the shooting range. It was the same collection of random detritus it had always been; pilfered street signs, pie tins, bottles, cans, buckets on sticks and free AOL CDs to say the least.
Torii beamed as she braced herself, her bucket-quiver between her feet, "Robbie, call 'em, it's no fun if I'm picking them out myself!" She called down.