This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...The nearer that thing comes to Earth, the more frustrated I become. I'm not a General who sits back and waits while his people go out to investigate. I'm the guy who takes his team out and gets things done. "I fucking want to shoot something," Jeff mumbled half-aloud.
A few minutes later just past two A.M., found him on the basement range, his Colt .45 hammering out 230 grain hollow point slugs as he took his frustration out on a target while wishing it were the aliens. At twenty-five yards and with the unconscious assistance of his TK locking the weapon down as if it were in a vise, he blew the center of the target away at a rate of fire that approached the unbelievable category and beyond.
After running five magazines through his pistol, he swept up his brass and dumped it into the .45 can, ready to be reloaded. After reloading his magazine, he was still not sleepy, so he made a pot of coffee, poured a cup and sat to drink it while he cleaned his weapon.
The door opened and Aiko stepped through, shooting tray in hand, only to freeze when she realized the range was not empty despite the time. "I am so sorry. I assumed the range would be vacant at this time of day. I will come back later."...
Have a goodun;
Roust