Fel had taken a wrong turn leading herself around the base. If she had just taken a left she would have found her. It wasn't long though until she pulled by Ajax quarters looking in she saw the two men. It appeared they were taking care of her. She donned a soft smile toward them before she turned away. She didn't want to suffocate the poor girl. Fel would meet up with Reaper later on, even if Fel couldn't bring herself to talk perhaps she could do the service of listening. After a few minutes of walking, she found her feet had brought her to the gun range.
She walked in, perusing the firearms. She ended up stopping on a 44. Revolver Magnum with an 8-inch barrel. It could be considered a relic in this age, but someone had been taking care of it. It retained it's beautiful chrome, she could see her figure on it. It was perfect save a few scratches. One of her old squad mates used one just like it. Fel lifted it with two open hands feeling the weight for a moment. The man would wear it high on his hip, and often he would rest his arm on it. Fel had always thought the size of it was rather comical. But when he held it in his hands it was nothing to laugh at. He could draw it put three holes in someone and have it back in that holster in seconds. Fel blinked before checking the cylinder. All chambers were empty. She maneuvered the gun so she was holding it in her right hand. Slipping her finger into the trigger guard before letting the handle go. The weight of the barrel began to rotate the gun, she tried to add some force, knowing it wouldn't have enough momentum on its own. Her skill showed as the magnum went off balance. Falling off her finger. Quickly she fumbled with her hands, catching it before it fell to the floor. She grew a flustered look as she put the gun back in her hand. Staring at it as if it did something wrong.
She tried again, and though she didn't catch the handle, it did a full rotation. She wasn't going to try and become as good as her squad mate was, she had no care for the gun. It was loud and obnoxious. Still she grabbed a handful of 44. rounds and walked over to the booths. The targets hadn't been taken down. So she simply moved to the one that the Doc had been shooting in the direction of. She pushed out the cylinder and filled it up with six. Closing it she held it up looking down the sights, trying to remember the comments her old companion had made on the gun. "Well most people are really bad with revolvers. They don't realize the weight of the barrel, and since it's so long they can't line up the sights properly." She thought about the words, carefully, before her hands shifted accordingly. The barrel was now parallel with the ground, her eyes focused, and her finger squeezed the trigger. A clap of thunder was loosed as hot led careened from the barrel, landing in the heart shape of the target. She felt a small smile, before putting four more shots into the heart and one more into the head for good measure. The recoil on the gun was intense, she didn't know how he used to fan the hammer like he would. Everyone looked up him in admiration, he was considered a hero to many. It's too bad that even hero's don't get to live in this world.
She opened the cylinder, ejecting the shells and replacing them. Thinking about the conversation that was had around her that morning. Taking down the empire's wasn't going to be an easy task, and they would all likely die trying. But Fel knew Ajax wasn't going to back down from it and she trusted Dalia with her life. She trusted the others to keep their word as well. The only wild card now was the doc. The idea that someone had caught wind of their plans wasn't out of the question. The possibility that doc could be a mole didn't escape her either. He seemed fragile, far to fragile to be assigned to their squad. But stranger things have happened from high command. For now she would trust him unconditionally. He was to be their medic, and if anyone had a better opportunity to really mess them up, it would be him.
