While other residents headed to the morning swim or headed outside to enjoy the sun, Tzigana Kozma had decided to get a little practice in with her power. Accuracy was a fairly useless power in the Hungarian woman’s opinion, especially compared to what others had but it was hers so the woman figured she might as well learn how to use it better.
Throwing things was nothing; it was child’s play to the redhead. She could throw a knife and guarantee that it would hit the target, regardless of how far. Guns and bullets were completely different and not as instinctive as blades were for Tzigana. So she had convinced one of the guards into letting her into the shooting range for a little practice. Though her convincing hadn’t involved much in the way of talking.
Tzigana had no qualms about fucking or sucking a guard to get what she wanted which had earned her certain privileges. The guard (Keith or John or something) lead Tzigana to the shooting range after they were finished and unlocked the gun cabinet. The redhead selected a Beretta 92, checked to see if it was loaded before grabbing a pair of the ear muffs provided and protective eyeglasses.
Once she was set, Tzigana turned toward the target area where a paper silhouette of a man waited. The guard headed out just as Tzigana lifted the gun and aimed. Taking an even breath, she squeezed the trigger. A second later a hole punched through the paper target, in the stomach of the man.
“Fasz”, Tzigana swore. She had been aiming at the heart. Adjusting her aim, Tzigana tried again.” Isten verje meg!” The second bullet ended up hitting the shoulder. Tzigana kept practicing, emptying the ten round clip and still hadn’t managed to hit the spot she wanted. ” Ez baromság”, the redhead groaned, turning around to get another clip out of the cabinet when she realized she was no longer alone.
” Francba, megijesztett!” English moron! ”I’m sorry, you startled me. You should not sneak up on someone holding a gun you know”.
There were more productive things for Yuri to do than to than go swimming so he had declined his cell mate’s Poppy’s invitation in order to get in a session at the shooting range. The Jamaican woman Yuri had been placed with was attractive and cheerful, one of the residents who was actually happy to be in the unit which Yuri was certain had been a factor in choosing to put him with her.
Wilson didn’t have to bother being so considerate as Yuri was certain he could cope with any of the residents here but he secretly admitted that it was nice not be someone who he’d have to put in their place. Представьте себе, обмен ячейки с подобными Урсула или Тадеас ! Yuri would almost rather have his finger nails pulled out.
Я не возражал бы делить ложе с Софией опять же, The Russian thought with a grin as he remembered when he had brought Sofia to the unit. That apprehending of the young woman had been more fun than most as Yuri had gotten stuck traveling with her and managed to make the most of it. Though after the last power session Sofia Kasputin was obviously not so happy to be reunited as she had tried to attack him. The next time he saw her, Yuri would have to remember to put the blond in her place.
Since the shooting range was soundproof, Yuri had no idea there was another resident already in there practicing. Tzigana Kozma, the Hungarian prostitute Yuri had captured in Austria. He looked at the Beretta in her hand. Armed and not a guard in sight? Fools! Yuri would have to report this later but at least the woman did not immediately point the gun at him. "Sound advice Tzigana but you would not shoot me, would you?" Yuri asked calmly, thinking that she probably wouldn't mind putting some lead in him.
"Where are the guards? Shouldn't someone be monitoring you while you are in the shooting range?"
