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[taking_point]

It's a gun, not a club.

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[chameleonforger]

[ Looks over and gives Arthur a smirk from where he had just knocked a projection out cold with the butt of his gun. ]

Of course it is. However it is quite effective as a club when silence is necessary, is it not?

[taking_point]

That's why you dream up a silencer. Effective, and the projection won't wake up later and take us by surprise.

[ As if to emphasize this, he was raising his own gun to screw on a silencer after pulling one out of his jacket pocket. ]

[chameleonforger]

[ Eames shrugs and gives him a wink. ]

So I had a little bit of aggression to take out. It effectively helps me out, Darling. I'll leave the silencer to you.

[taking_point]

[ He rolls his eyes, raising his gun and pressing it to the unconscious projection's head, firing. Then he lowers it and jerks his head. ]

We'll be roughing up the mark soon enough. Put your balaclava on, Mr. Eames.

[chameleonforger]

[ Smirks when Arthur rolls his eyes. ]

Promise?

[ He pulls on the balaclava and follows Arthur in the direction they were needing to head to. ]

[construxi.livejournal.com]

Is that what that is called?

[ hello captain obvious

brow arching, a hint of a smirk spreading across her face. ]

It's still a weapon does it honestly matter?

[taking_point]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

It does matter, because you're holding it like you're gonna hit someone with it. But you're not going to hit someone, believe me, it's much more effective as a projectile weapon.

[ He moves closer to her, taking the gun from her and raising her hand, wrapping her hand around the grip, and then raising the second to cup the bottom of it. ]

Like this. You'll get less recoil this way and [ he adjusts her hand ] keep this one low. That way when you fire, the slide won't cut your hand.

[construxi.livejournal.com]

[ her eyes intently focused on him, nodding slightly in understanding at his words. (she wanted to learn this after all.)

adjusting her posture slightly, as her focus then turns to what she was doing. ] I admit, I'm not use to this.

[ a sidelong glance his way, adjusting her grip on the gun again for better comfort. ] Better?

[taking_point]

[ He smiles slightly. ] I know you aren't, that's why I'm showing you. As much as we don't like to end up in real world shootouts, it's nice to know that you'll be able to function in one. It'll translate into the dream as well.

[ He glanced at her hand and nodded. ] Looks good so far. [ He reached down and picked up a pair of ear protectors and fitting them over her head, and then pointed at the target he'd set up a few feet away, indicating she should shoot. (They'd already gone over safety and sighting.) ]

[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

Eames shot Arthur a look, rolling his eyes. "Some of us just do what we need to."

[taking_point]

"Projections," he pointed out. "Don't really need to worry about murder charges with them." Even if, projections getting shot usually alerted the mind more quickly; but then, Arthur never wanted jobs to be going on so long that projections would catch onto them that quickly.

He moved past Eames, cradling his own gun.

[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

"And a shot might draw more attention with the sound," he pointed out, never one to take chances even if it was possible the hive mind of it all might alert them already.

"Besides, it shouldn't have come to that anyway. Why isn't anything on this bloody job going right?"

[taking_point]

"That's what silencers are for," Arthur said, even though his gun didn't have one.

He scowled as Eames spoke, his shoulders tensing. "I don't fucking know. We knew he had sub security, but it shouldn't have been this aggressive."

[chameleonforger]

[ Looks over and gives Arthur a smirk from where he had just knocked a projection out cold with the butt of his gun. ]

Of course it is. However it is quite effective as a club when silence is necessary, is it not?

[taking_point]

That's why you dream up a silencer. Effective, and the projection won't wake up later and take us by surprise.

[ As if to emphasize this, he was raising his own gun to screw on a silencer after pulling one out of his jacket pocket. ]

[chameleonforger]

[ Eames shrugs and gives him a wink. ]

So I had a little bit of aggression to take out. It effectively helps me out, Darling. I'll leave the silencer to you.

[taking_point]

[ He rolls his eyes, raising his gun and pressing it to the unconscious projection's head, firing. Then he lowers it and jerks his head. ]

We'll be roughing up the mark soon enough. Put your balaclava on, Mr. Eames.

[construxi.livejournal.com]

Is that what that is called?

[ hello captain obvious

brow arching, a hint of a smirk spreading across her face. ]

It's still a weapon does it honestly matter?

[taking_point]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

It does matter, because you're holding it like you're gonna hit someone with it. But you're not going to hit someone, believe me, it's much more effective as a projectile weapon.

[ He moves closer to her, taking the gun from her and raising her hand, wrapping her hand around the grip, and then raising the second to cup the bottom of it. ]

Like this. You'll get less recoil this way and [ he adjusts her hand ] keep this one low. That way when you fire, the slide won't cut your hand.

[construxi.livejournal.com]

[ her eyes intently focused on him, nodding slightly in understanding at his words. (she wanted to learn this after all.)

adjusting her posture slightly, as her focus then turns to what she was doing. ] I admit, I'm not use to this.

[ a sidelong glance his way, adjusting her grip on the gun again for better comfort. ] Better?

[taking_point]

[ He smiles slightly. ] I know you aren't, that's why I'm showing you. As much as we don't like to end up in real world shootouts, it's nice to know that you'll be able to function in one. It'll translate into the dream as well.

[ He glanced at her hand and nodded. ] Looks good so far. [ He reached down and picked up a pair of ear protectors and fitting them over her head, and then pointed at the target he'd set up a few feet away, indicating she should shoot. (They'd already gone over safety and sighting.) ]

[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

Eames shot Arthur a look, rolling his eyes. "Some of us just do what we need to."

[taking_point]

"Projections," he pointed out. "Don't really need to worry about murder charges with them." Even if, projections getting shot usually alerted the mind more quickly; but then, Arthur never wanted jobs to be going on so long that projections would catch onto them that quickly.

He moved past Eames, cradling his own gun.

[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

"And a shot might draw more attention with the sound," he pointed out, never one to take chances even if it was possible the hive mind of it all might alert them already.

"Besides, it shouldn't have come to that anyway. Why isn't anything on this bloody job going right?"

[taking_point]

"That's what silencers are for," Arthur said, even though his gun didn't have one.

He scowled as Eames spoke, his shoulders tensing. "I don't fucking know. We knew he had sub security, but it shouldn't have been this aggressive."