It was Clause's first time in the new assassins guild. He thought he could use the skills that he had picked up throughout his life to be a great hitman. Everyone in the guild was given an ID badge that didn't have any company name or logo on it. He looked over the one that was given to him. Name: Clause VonRamstun Age: 25 Height: 5'11" Weight: 160 lbs. Hair color: Black Eye color: Other: Purple Ethnic Background: White There was a picture of him on the front, next to the credentials. He couldn't get into the building without this. His picture was droll, his glasses were dipping down on his nose and his expression was angry. "Not quite the face of an accomplished hitman, but this will have to do." He had to get in some training. His skills with knives could always be improved, but he believed that a handgun would be a perfect backup weapon. So, that's where he headed, to the range. There was a supervisor there, only to make sure that nothing happened between the others. While the other members had pistols and handguns, the supervisor was carrying a fully automatic .50 caliber rifle. Best for intimidation. Clause checked out a .45 glock with a few clips of ammo to get some practice. He went to an open spot in the range, next to a man who was a much better shot than he was, and set up a target for himself. It was a fairly usual target, though the range had more than just the man with the target on his head. There were hostage prints as well. Another range, for practice with a long range rifle, had moving targets. One target amongst many that had to be taken out. Solely. Clause preferred to be close to the target. He took aim with the glock in his hand and fired at the target, one shot after the other. He called the target back using the button on the side to check his handiwork. Two kill shots out of the ten he fired. "Hm. I need a lot more practice." "You're telling me." The man next to him said, chuckling a bit. "You're the knife guy, right? Good that you're picking up on a real weapon. I wouldn't use it unless you're compromised." Friendly advice, but Clause felt he was being patronized.