Standing in the training room July felt his holsters against his side. After the incident at the bar he had bought dual shoulder holsters that allowed him to carry both of his firearms, now under the protection of his new firearms permit, but concealed so as not to upset any more bartenders. It was times like those that he missed the south the most with their loose laws and attitudes towards guns.
He didn't do it often but he wasn't wearing his normal blazer. He only had a few of them, mostly earthy or dark colors, but this was practice and he was already comfortable drawing his weapon from under his jacket. He stared down the range, focusing his anger onto the target. He blinked, but only to keep his eyes on target.
Suddenly, in less than an instant, he drew one of his .40 caliber semi-automatic handguns and fired into the target.
9 suxx
The bullets left the gun as if destined to hit the target. One after another he fired until he had left a moderate hole in both the target's head and heart. If that had been a Banisher, no spark of life would have been left. He pulled the target down and readied another. He didn't have to wait for a ceasefire to approach because at the moment he was alone.
Standing back at the end of the range he reloaded the firearm used, pulled out both of his guns, and prepared to fire them together.
4 suxx with first gun, 5 suxx with second gun
Again the target was decimated. Clearly he hadn't gotten rusty. He reloaded and got ready to practice some more.