Stephen had found a range not too far away, through his contacts, which was open late if arrangements were made and was away from prying eye that boasted an indoor and outdoor range. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who valued privacy and isolation at times.

He’d brought his own tools for his practice, he’d just need the site without bothersome other people. The first was always the easiest and helped him focus on the task before hand, maintenance. The melee weapons first followed by the thrown and finally the firearms.

He was done in about ten minutes and began stretching despite lack of need to do so before working his body through basic unarmed techniques and exercise. Following that he began to use the environment and work objects into the practice.
Moving onto weapons he worked on his footwork and katas with various weapons, only occasionally referencing the manuals he’d acquired over the years on various fighting styles across the globe but mostly European in make. From there he varied the routine working on new tactics while wishing he had some manikins to work for pell drills and blind.

As he finished and set up for throwing he thought it’d be nice to have someone else to work with on all fronts, his coterie mates had their strengths and Headstrong was best for most things involved tonight but not all around.

Much like the melee weapons he started off with the basics and worked up to improvising both technique and with random stuff, both to get a feel for other objects and accuracy. This time he was able to use the blind fold and work on specific targets.

Finally came the firearms, he hadn’t had enough practice of late but hoped to change that with more frequent visits and maybe even starting his own range up. Just have to wait and see. Almost like a machine he set to the pattern already established although he not only had a few more of these he also had several accessories he switched out from time to time.

At last it was time to stop as he’d spent more than half the night already, he definitely needed his own; the rates while decent would eat him up with the time he wanted. While not the best he was willing to bet it wouldn’t be much longer before he broke the next threshold.

As he picked up his gear he knew it was time well spent as a human wouldn’t have lasted at his busy pace let alone the length, but he was a kindred now, something he was still figuring out while all the others apparently took it for granted or in the case of his friends looked past it without seeing it. Shaking the thoughts from him he woke up the guy inside waiting for him to finish as he hadn’t known the owner long enough to be trusted. It was a brief couple of minutes before Stephen found himself listening to Nine Inch Nails as he headed away in his heavy work truck.