nexus_sages | A New Year, a new day

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A New Year, a new day

Boss is sitting in the forum smoking his e-cigar as he often did. It was a new year, right? So, new years resolutions were supposed to happen. Give up smoking, yeah right.

"Any chance of target practice around here? My trigger finger is aching to shoot at something." Boss inhaled on the simulated smoke, before exhaling softly. Hell, he'd even ask Kaz to come and join him in this venture. "Kaz? Wanna go and shoot at something?"

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Miller runs a hand through his hair and scratches the back of his head. Thank god for perpetual sunglasses -- he can look like he's making eye contact without the discomfort of actual eye contact. "I'm sure I'd, uh, remember something like that, Boss. Absolutely, definitely sure I'd remember it."

He laughs nervously and tries to talk through a forced smile. "You and those cardboard boxes. So weird."

"Yeah. If I remember rightly if was you who crawled in behind me." Boss smirked at that. You're rather cute when you're ruffled, Kaz. "We had good times you and I. I CQC'd your ass on the beach too." He definitely remembered that.

Kaz clears his throat, and adjusts his scarf. "I dunno what to tell you, Boss. Must've been somewhere on your timeline."

After a couple of beats, he claps his hands together. "Sooooo, how about that shooting, eh?"

"Yeah, that." Boss smirked and pushed back thoughts of the love box to the side for the moment. They were supposed to be shooting targets, right? "Got any targets around here or should we use tin cans?"

Miller scans the surroundings until his eyes land on a recycling bin. He pulls out a dozen aluminum cans (Slurm, Nuka Cola, Pißwasser, etc.) -- empties presumably from the interdimensional vending machines.

"How about over there?" He nods to where the Nexus begins its transition into the Parklands. "Less people wandering through."

He begins walking in that direction, but eventually turns to walk backwards and talk: "What's your load-out looking like these days? Any fun, new toys?"

"Sure." Boss nodded in agreement as to where they could practice their can shooting. He eyed the different brands covering the cans and wondered where they all came from. As for Kaz's last question Snake offered him an interested smile.

"Pretty much the same as last time but with a few more technical upgrades thanks to the R+D department." He pulled out his iDroid to show to Kaz. "We don't use radio anymore. This is the iDroid. It functions like a radio and has a screen which you can use too. You can also use it for a map and a way to contact Mother Base, sending supplies to you."

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"Holy shit!" Kaz nearly drops the cans in his excitement. "All of that's crammed into that?"

He hustles to set up cans on a length of brick wall so as to free up his hands. He wipes his hands clean on his fatigues. "Looks like some of the crazy future tech I've seen around here. Lemme get a look at that thing!"

"Yeah. Things have moved on from the seventies, Kaz. I'm in the eighties where I come from and the tech is much more advanced. Knew you'd love it." He passed the iDroid to his friend and it amused him to see how much the blond was loving this.

"I know, I know. I'm just thinking about how stunned we were at portable cassette players and now this." Miller starts fiddling with the device, the blue light of the projection reflecting in his sunglasses. It's only got the two major button inputs and he gets the hang of it pretty quickly. He scrutinizes a map of Afghanistan sprinkled with op data.

"Hope you don't have anything on here that you don't want me to see," he says with a smirk as he begins pacing out the distance of their makeshift shooting range.

"What sort of thing were you expecting to see?" Boss wondered what Kaz meant by things he didn't want to see. "It's just op data and maps. Nothing pornographic if that's what you mean." He teased his friend as they walked to the shooting range.

"Sensitive intel of course. But that sounded like something a guilty man would say."

He manages to find the personnel files and Quiet's picture blooms on the display. He grins mischievously. "Oooh, who's the babe?"

Oh that? Right. Boss just shrugged that off but then stiffened at the mention of Quiet.

"Quiet. That's her name. She doesn't speak but she's a crack shot. Sniper. She seems to have taken to me for some reason." He knew that part was true. Both Miller and Ocelot seemed wary of her, Miller more so, yet she seemed to pick Boss to side up with.

"Huh. Not surprised she's into you. You have that way of, yanno, pulling people into your orbit." Kaz scrolls past Quiet's file and lands on future Miller's, but only for a split second. He flips through a few more entries -- trying to look nonchalant -- then switches off the iDroid and hands it back to Snake.

"And, well ... some ladies dig a man with scars."

He stops and turns towards the cans, 20 yards away by now. At this distance, any branding on them is now just a blur of color. He unsnaps the strap on his holster and draws his pistol. "Ready to get shooting, Boss?"

"Hgnh. Is that so? You do talk a lot of crap at times, Kaz." Boss looked at his friend before cracking into a smile. He missed this version of his friend; what he used to be like before the poor guy lost his limbs. "I thought most women dig guys like you, all young-looking and pretty." He teased.

Boss looked at the cans and narrowed his eyes. This would be a piece of cake, right? He unsling his Hush Puppy tranq gun and nodded. Tranq rounds would still knock the cans off.

"Scars mean experience, and that drives women crazy." He claps a comforting hand on Snake's shoulder. "I know you haven't had as much free time to indulge in the company of the fairer sex, so I'll forgive you your ignorance."

He gestures invitingly at the targets. "Age before beauty. Call your shot, Boss."

Was Kaz being for real? Experience drove women crazy? Pfft. Oh, Kaz. Boss just sighed and then focused on shooting down the cans. He made sure his Hush Puppy pistol was loaded and then aimed down the sight to shoot off the first can on the far right hand side.

"Your go next, blondie."

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"Piece of cake." Kaz raises his own pistol, takes a relaxed aim and fires. The far left can goes spiraling end-over-end.

"You know, we should make this more of a challenge. How fast can you knock those puppies down?"

"Hngh." Boss grunted as he watched Kaz shoot down a can. He wanted a challenge? Why not? "Sure. I'll go first." Snake reloaded his gun and took aim shooting all the cans down in under five seconds.

"Nicely done, Boss." Miller dutifully crosses the makeshift range and replaces the cans, casually scrutinizing the placement of the holes. Not bad! Snake gets an approving nod. He makes good use of the walk back by checking the action on his own sidearm.

Kaz spares his commander a cheeky grin, then takes steady aim and fires. He's nowhere close to beating Snake's time but each round finds its mark; there are few things quite so offensive as a bullet wasted on a hasty shot.

Boss lit his phantom cigar as he watched Kaz shoot down his cans at a slightly slower rate than him but he still did a good job.

"Not bad. For a rookie." He teased his friend and took a long drag from his cigar. "You need more practice though. Your arm tends to lean to the left and place your aim slightly off. Also, try and spread your legs more evenly apart to gain equal balance."

Kaz snorts at the assessment and replaces his empty clip. "Harsh!"

He glances up over the top of his aviators and quips: "Hey! I've got an idea! How about I pull out MSF's ledgers and a couple adding machines? We can see who balances the budget first."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Boss was totally confused by what Kaz was saying about MSF's budgets. Was he implying that Snake blew all the budget on expensive equipment and weapons? He had to use them for missions and couldn't stint.

"Hey! Calm down!" Miller says, elbowing his commander. "I'm just pulling your leg, Boss! I'd never ask you to suffer the rigors of accounting.

"You do what you do best, I do what I do best. That's how the MSF... or uh, Diamond Dogs -- whatever the name -- we're a force to be reckoned with." He's radiating obscene levels of confident optimism.

Snake smirked at the elbow. Yeah, because he's so not doing accounting. He's a soldier, not a mathematician. Too much thinking and not enough doing.

"Yeah. That's how we roll. Diamond Dogs where I am now and MSF where you are now. Same idea. You're the brains and I'm the brawn, right?"

"You got it! If we hadn't run into each other, you might still be fighting banditos en la selva, sí? Wasting your talent."

Kaz begins marching back out to reset the cans. "I've got another clip left. Let's see if your advice shaves a second or two off my time."

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cans from Fallout and GTA I see ^-^

Of course! Product placement!

Re: it's awesome :D

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