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[Dec. 4th, 2009|11:34 pm] |
Who: Connor and Murphy MacManus, Simon Camden, Mattie if she wants to drop by
What/Where: Shooting Range
Warnings: Possibly language
Connor had taken it upon himself to look up his illegal arms contact in Boston. They were set to take Simon to meet the guy, and get himself a gun or three, later in the afternoon. He was going to have to go to the shooting range with the gun Pietro had given him, just this once. Connor considered offering one of his guns to the kid, but thought better of it. He got twitchy when Murphy got too personal with his ladies, he wouldn't be able to handle someone else touching, using, one of them.
Most people visited the range on weekends. While there were a few patrons during the week, the place was mostly deserted. Connor liked it better that way, especially with Simon tagging along. He liked the kid all right, but he had a lot of growing up to do, if he was going to be able to keep up with Connor and Murphy.
Glancing at the boy with his headphones on, Connor couldn't help but think he looked like he was just a baby. He'd been through some shit Connor didn't really want to know about, but at the end of the day, he was still a kid. Connor shook his head and readied his gun. |
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