Ronon watches the unfamiliar man slip in, quiet and unassuming, sharing the silence then sudden deafening roar of gunfire, reload, repeat in the firing range. He preferred his own weapon, silently glowing red, but ready to blow a sizeable burned hole in the middle of the target, all stored possibility until he pulls the trigger and unleashes a bolt of shining red. He remembers the day he'd enlisted and they'd pressed the heavy, cool weapon into his palms. He hadn't been in love with anything else since
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Click. Click. Jeremy blinked and stared at the gun for a moment before sliding the clip out, that wasn’t the problem. He quickly took the weapon apart, one of the bullets had become stuck in the barrel, easy enough to fix. Reassemble. Reload. That time he didn’t even bother to aim, just sweeping the gun up and firing, scoring a hit in the center of the targets head, and another beside it before sliding the clip back out and replacing it. As he did so, he finally looked around, noticing the range’s other occupant. He recognized Ronon instantly, despite having never once spoken to him, and offered a slight nod and a half smile before resuming his practice.
He has no real desire to speak to the man, isn't a social creature by nature, but the accuracy and apparent ease with wich he fires piques his interest. Most of the people on Atlantis who can shoot like that are either Military personell, or those with a past, like Dr. Zelenka, who he'd seen creeping into the range late sometimes, when the chance of being caught was slim. This man was a scientist by his dress--he shouldn't be able to shoot like that.
"you're good" he mumbles out, before sighting down the barrel of the beretta borrowed from the armory and tagging a few shots close to the center mark. "most out here aren't."
Jeremy froze for a moment, slightly startled by the other. But he rexlaxed after a moment and replied with a simple, "Thanks." To tell the truth he was not quite sure if he should say anything in return, so he left it at that. He smiled faintly to himself, pleased, as he took aim again.
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Jeremy blinked and stared at the gun for a moment before sliding the clip out, that wasn’t the problem. He quickly took the weapon apart, one of the bullets had become stuck in the barrel, easy enough to fix.
Reassemble.
Reload.
That time he didn’t even bother to aim, just sweeping the gun up and firing, scoring a hit in the center of the targets head, and another beside it before sliding the clip back out and replacing it.
As he did so, he finally looked around, noticing the range’s other occupant. He recognized Ronon instantly, despite having never once spoken to him, and offered a slight nod and a half smile before resuming his practice.
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"you're good" he mumbles out, before sighting down the barrel of the beretta borrowed from the armory and tagging a few shots close to the center mark. "most out here aren't."
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But he rexlaxed after a moment and replied with a simple, "Thanks."
To tell the truth he was not quite sure if he should say anything in return, so he left it at that.
He smiled faintly to himself, pleased, as he took aim again.
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