The firing range was built beneath the headquarters, deep underground behind several layers of sound proofing where the sound of gunfire would go unnoticed.
Pryde and Fields stood side by side shooting down range using their weapons of choice, Pryde with his Walther and Fields still using her H and K.
The targets were shaped in the form of human figures with target zones circled on the head and torso. So far, having shot several targets Pryde had proven to be the more accurate shooter, whether it was down to his calm exterior or just an innate skill with firearms it was hard to say.
“It looks like I’ll be buying the drinks then,” Fields said after losing ten targets straight.
“In that case, I think I’ll look forward to it,” he replied as he ejected another empty clip from the butt of h
