"Training regimen dictates I must gather the adequate information by the head of the research." "Sensors are at one-hundred percent functionality, beginning system configurations." A long pause was set in motion, as the figure with dark brown hair stood there in the firing hall, a gun set before him, unloaded and the slide pulled back, as there was a fully loaded magazine set and ready to be set into the magazine chamber of the large silver like firearm. And when the figure jolted his head down, he blinked his blue orbs a few times and spoke, a tender voice exiting his lips. "System configurations completed, beginning target practice in T-minus ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, initiate." And as he slowly counted down the numbers, when striking the word one, and saying "Initiate" his hands darted to his gun, and like lightning he had already loaded it and the slide jolting forward. The first shot going off and zooming towards the target set at two-hundred meter, and with the targets head being shot into by three Dust based projectiles, he stopped his shooting and kept his expression very subtle.
"First three rounds. successfully made contact with the target, recording weapon kickback and muzzle velocity of the firearm." "Recorded, proceeding with firing of the last four rounds." He said with his monotone like voice filling the air, seeming to almost be filled with sadness, or void of emotions, like a child who lost something dear, and is holding nothing together. His white latex like skin tight suit with two very large high risen collars, two large obstructions laid at his side, almost looked like ammo packs, but was unknown at the moment. His muscular form was seen through the suit he had, flexing arms and wrist muscles every time he held up his hand, and gripped the handle of the large firearm, which made a very loud crack in the air. His stance appropriate of the stance most gunmen would have using something similar to this firearm, his large fluffy chocolate brown hair fluttering as he tilted his head to the side and analyze the target more.
"First three rounds. successfully made contact with the target, recording weapon kickback and muzzle velocity of the firearm." "Recorded, proceeding with firing of the last four rounds." He said with his monotone like voice filling the air, seeming to almost be filled with sadness, or void of emotions, like a child who lost something dear, and is holding nothing together. His white latex like skin tight suit with two very large high risen collars, two large obstructions laid at his side, almost looked like ammo packs, but was unknown at the moment. His muscular form was seen through the suit he had, flexing arms and wrist muscles every time he held up his hand, and gripped the handle of the large firearm, which made a very loud crack in the air. His stance appropriate of the stance most gunmen would have using something similar to this firearm, his large fluffy chocolate brown hair fluttering as he tilted his head to the side and analyze the target more.
