Rabbit chuckles, taking the blow to his shoulder in stride. "That's the spirit, Parker. That's it, right there."
Oh yes it is.
The James Farley Post Office, as the main post office for all of Manhattan, has a lot of storerooms in it that would be going to waste if not for the CQB training drills the JTF conducts in them. They're harmless enough - mannequin targets, blue-painted weapons firing simunitions. No need for expensive killhouses that they don't have the time or money to set up, anyway.
"So what is this, some kinda 'man down' drill?" Voodoo asks, loading the magazine of wax bullets into his carbine.
"Something like that," Rabbit says, doing likewise. "Mother wants us to drill with Parker some more in case bad shit goes down. Get her used to our way of doing CQB, you know?" As Voodoo shakes his head and ducks his eyes to tap the forward assist, Rabbit winks at Lindianne, patting the handcuffs and military-grade duct tape he's secreted away on the small of his back.
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Date: 2016-10-02 01:41 am (UTC)Oh yes it is.
The James Farley Post Office, as the main post office for all of Manhattan, has a lot of storerooms in it that would be going to waste if not for the CQB training drills the JTF conducts in them. They're harmless enough - mannequin targets, blue-painted weapons firing simunitions. No need for expensive killhouses that they don't have the time or money to set up, anyway.
"So what is this, some kinda 'man down' drill?" Voodoo asks, loading the magazine of wax bullets into his carbine.
"Something like that," Rabbit says, doing likewise. "Mother wants us to drill with Parker some more in case bad shit goes down. Get her used to our way of doing CQB, you know?" As Voodoo shakes his head and ducks his eyes to tap the forward assist, Rabbit winks at Lindianne, patting the handcuffs and military-grade duct tape he's secreted away on the small of his back.