Who: Ghost and OTA What: Taking a break and trying to relax a bit When: Tuesday Morning, around 11am. Where: Firing Range Warnings: TBA
It's hot, yes. There is a heat wave going on after all. Thankfully, inside the firing range was a lot cooler than outside. Justin wasn't going to try figuring out why. He just appreciated the cooler environment while he sat at a table carefully cleaning his gun. He couldn't quite figure out why but the activity was helping him focus and relax. Of course the medicine he took helped as well but that was another matter entirely.
The work he'd been doing for Excalibur had Justin a bit freaked out. He'd been mostly verifying information brought in by others and doing some research but he'd also been looking up information on something that had been bothering him. Vulcan seemed to be sick with something that sounded a lot like Legacy as well and Ghost was pretty sure that man would never take the Cure. That might have meant that the Legacy sickness was contagious. That very notion had Justin panicked a moment. The fact that he couldn't dig up anything yet on whether or not it actually was didn't help.
Once the initial freak out was fought back, Justin reasoned that it probably wasn't transmitted by air. A lot more people would be sick if it were in his mind. It only eased things a little. He needed a break from it all and since it was time for his pills anyway, he closed things up and ventured out to the firing range. And that's where he was at the moment. Dressed for the heat, he say at a table and worked on cleaning his weapon. "Damn Worthington Industries..." he muttered to himself.