Atlas Gym, Saturday afternoon (6/7)
Shooting practice hadn't gone so well. His thoughts were a tangled mess of kids, soldiers, fighting, kids having to act like soldiers and fight... Fandom could spring candy showers and pony people on him whenever it wanted, those didn't bother him. What didn't sit well was some of the things he'd discovered about some of Fandom's residents.
He was trying to work it all out, to be okay with it all, but that was proving difficult at times. Trying to do it during shooting practice hadn't worked either. And Hannibal would've chewed him out for doing so. You couldn't have jumbled thoughts when you were sporting a rifle. That kind of thing could get one killed.
Maybe it was time for a different outlet. After handwavily dropping the rifle off at his hotel room and a quick change of clothes, Murdock hit the gym. Where he was currently hitting a punching bag. What he really needed to clear his head was to be up in the sky. But there wasn't any aircraft nearby and simulators just wouldn't cut it for this. He'd have to make do. For now.
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He was trying to work it all out, to be okay with it all, but that was proving difficult at times. Trying to do it during shooting practice hadn't worked either. And Hannibal would've chewed him out for doing so. You couldn't have jumbled thoughts when you were sporting a rifle. That kind of thing could get one killed.
Maybe it was time for a different outlet. After handwavily dropping the rifle off at his hotel room and a quick change of clothes, Murdock hit the gym. Where he was currently hitting a punching bag. What he really needed to clear his head was to be up in the sky. But there wasn't any aircraft nearby and simulators just wouldn't cut it for this. He'd have to make do. For now.
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