After a few moments, Kiko stopped using the window to check herself out, and ghrough a nearby window, seeing she was outside a firing range. Kiko had never seen a gu alone held one, but it was iing...So, Kiko opehe door, and therieved a pair of earmuffs from a row of them, with a sign above stating that they were necessary for all personnel in the firing range. Probably to prevent ear damage, or something like that.

  Putting them on, the world suddenly became strangely dulled. Not muted like she had expected, but the edge was taken off all sound. With suffit ear prote, she opehe sed door that ected the earmuff room to the firing range proper, and was gd for the muffs. The air was filled with loud pops, bangs, and cracks as dozens of SIR agents practiced their marksmanship with a multitude of onry. If this was what it was like with ear prote, she wondered how people got on in the field, uhere were some sort of plugs, but then that would mess with unication. Lost in her own little world, she didn’t notice when someone came up and pced a hand on her shoulder. Jumping slightly, she turo the amused visage of the woman standio her. With nothing distinctive, Kiko thought she was just another operative, and so gave her a smile. No risk of weird stuff here.

  “Fresh Meat. How lovely” The woman said, fshing some impressive fangs as a glint of light revealed a cadaverous look to her face. It earned her a shriek and a pun the face, which arently not what she was expeg, as the woma reeling back, and clutched her nose.

  “Ow. Dam, you have a hell of a left hook, girl. I was only going to nibble” The girl stated, dropping her hands from her face to show a much friendlier smile.

  “We are surrounded by too many guns for you to start that kind of crap” Kiko retorted, eleg a rather cute giggle-snort from the woman. Kiko’s hand was throbbing from the punch, apparently having thrown a blow at a brick wall rather than a woman’s face. Did fug everyone had supernatural durability here, or something?

  “Fair point. I’m Bruyn. I run the shooting range. I hope I scared you, I just haven’t smelled you before and so thought I’d e over and say hi” Bruyn expined, and introduced herself. After a few seds, Kiko was fident that Bruyn was just messing about, and wasn’t actually about to bite, so walked over and took the outstretched hand. The woman’s face had returo a normal look, so she wasn’t all that scary anymore.

  "Bruyn...head of the Rifles" Kiko ented, remembering what she had just been told.

  "Yea, best shots in SIR. With a Rifle at your back, you be assured you've got all the Fire Support you need" Bruyn excimed. Queenie was not exaggerating about the fact that she had strict aspirations, it seemed.

  “So....Smelled me? What happeo seeing? Are you blind?” Kiko was still a bit nervous, put off by the look the girl had given. She had obviously pstered those emotions on her face, since Bruyn offered some more.

  “Na. I’m a Draugr. Hehe rotting face” She said, before notig Kiko had no idea what a Draugr was. “Think…Awesome...super zombie. Shit happened, I died, and now I am back to help the world fight the Beasts from Beyond. And iurn SIR keeps me from rotting and dropping my body parts were I may. Also covers up the stretch. If there is one problem with being a super strong, neigh-invincible zombie, it’s the stench” she quipped, ughing to herself.

  Kiko listened, and then cocked her head softly as she said neigh-invincible.

  “Invincible being the reason for awesome super-zombie rather than the normal, shuffling, 'hit the head' zombie?” She asked.

  “Yea. We Draugr are impervious to ons, but o be dismembered and buro die. As you might think, it’s difficult to dismember a super strong zombie when you ’t use any ons on her. Clever, huh? Makes me a great asset on the field against the Shriekers and the Succubi. I’m dead, they ’t bugger with anything that makes you humans tick. Plus, I don’t actually rot, I sort of just desiccate. But! You did not e here to talk about me, did you?” She asked, and then tinued when Kiko shook her head. “Good. The us begiour of guns! Have you ever shot a gun before?” She finished.

  “W-wait, I just came here to explore. I only joihe other day” Kiko admitted, looking around and feeling a bit self-scious at all the fident gunslingers around here.

  “That’s fine. No problem with never shooting before. It’s what we work for, after all. Now, you’ll wanna start with a small calibre on so you get used to the weight of guns, and the recoil, and then move up. I’ve got an open booth, we start you off with the thirty two. I'd not trust it if you are hunting big monsters, but it's good for the smaller guys” she then took Kiko to the booth, and there read of pistols in individual slots, with numbers above them. Kiko’s eyes were immediately drawn to a huge thihe end, with ‘.650’ above it. She moved over to it and stared, with a grin.

  “What the hell do you need something this big for?” Kiko would ask incredulously.

  "Some monsters need putting down hard. Funny you go for that gun, it's the same make your father used" Bruyn ented, walking over and taking a position behind Kiko.

  "....I feel jealous. Everyone here seems to know him so well, and I never got to meet that side of him" Kiko muttered, pulling out the gun and feeling the thing's weight. It was hefty, and she never expected her Dad to be the muscle man to wield something like this.

  "It was on purpose. He never wanted you to find out about this part of him. He, and we, hought he would die like that. It's sent Elis and Lassadora into a major tizzy to know there is something out there we don't know, that take out men like him" Bruyn's sombre tone echoed her movements, which reached around Kiko and took hold of her hands. "Sorry, to be a buzz kill. Let's have fun. Grasp firmly, spread ys, and squeeze the trigger when you feel ready"

  Kiko, avid for something to focus on that wasn't her dad getting killed by an unknown monster, did just that. It was just a gun, even if it was hellishly heavy. She'd seen the movies, she khat recoil was hardly a when you were fit ahy like her. So she slowly pulled the trigger, and there was a moal force suddenly thrown onto her, the gu up, ripped out of her grasp, and cttered onto the floor, while Kiko herself let out a strangled yelp and lost her banpletely, hitting Bruyn hard, though the Draugr didn't seem to flinch.

  Making sure Kiko was fine and then rec the gun, Bruyn smiled.

  "So?" She asked Kiko, who was rubbing her sore hands.

  "I reiterate. What the hell hat kind of a gun?" she grumbled, gring at it.

  "Holy? Nothing. You get by with a .357 or a .44 if you he firepower. This gun was designed for people like me, the super-strong Quasi-Humans who casually handle something like this" Bruyn stated, aiming at the target and cog the hammer before firing off a round with one hand. Unlike Kiko’s wild shot which had gouged a small k of rock out of the crete wall at the back, Bruyn’s bullet hit the wooden target and bleart the head, sending wooden splinters across the firing rahere is fort in something being super-dead rather than just dead or nearly dead, after all. Now, to the thirty two"

  Bryun's orders were not something Kiko could argue with, and so spent the half an hour learning basimanship. She was a very strict teacher, but oh a firm grasp on how to teach, so Kiko left to her lecture o Biology feeling like she had really learned something...