Trigger Happy [Open!]

Francis picked out a classic revolver. He sighed at the all too familiar feeling in his hand, despite having not hold one for over a year. The gun shone dangerously in the bright shooting range. His lips thinned to a line as he held it up, his arm straight as he pointed it at nothing in particular. His attention was focused only on the revolver. He lowered it.

Putting on the earmuffs he walked into the station taking aim at the target. Pulling back the safety latch, he fired his first shot. . . .And completely missed.

He put the safety back on and then glared at the gun. Alright, so he was rusty. You can't blame the man, he was never even that great with a gun to begin with! On top of not touching one for over a year, it was a simple truth. Francis heard the door open behind him.