Emi Long was busy last week. And she’s doing what she can to deal with it. Still bandaged, a wrap around her torso keeping her side together, and another wrap around an arm on the same side, she’s practicing shooting nonetheless. At the range, she has a special set of ICER charges in her weapon, with ink to mark the target. And so with that, she carefully does her best to shoot one handed, practicing.
Samantha had been informed of Agent Long’s recent mission and resulting injuries and, most importantly, that she was remanded to supplemental firearms training. As she’s here to practice herself — these newfangled sidearms are just different enough from the Colt, S&Ws, Berettas and so on that she is more accustomed to — she takes up her own ICER and practice rounds and moves to the lane next to Emi.
Her form is military-precise, if one is thinking of the military from at least a hundred years ago. But, antiquated as her stance may be, it’s still clearly effective as her first shot hits the very center of her target’s torso outline.
Emi Long on the other hand does have a stance in name only. She’s sort of trying to hit a checklist of things she was told, except for using her injured arm. But nervousness makes her just a little bit off on everything. She is having some progress. Hitting the target a bit. But nothing spectacular. Once she’s done with a set, she looks over next door, waits until Samantha stops a set, and gives a wave.
Samantha finishes her set and waves back to Emi before stepping toward the other agent’s practice lane. She empties her ICER and sets the safety before leaving it on her lane’s counter. It’s not an official training setup, more of a friendly offer of help.
“May I offer some advice?” She can remember when SHIELD was SSR, and every agent was a valuable resource. Having one struggling with her sidearm is just … unacceptable.
Emi Long has kind of been hearing that from day one. What she can do is valuable in the field. She needs to get in the field. So she’s doing her best but the whole thing still intimidates her. So she gets nervous.
And that comes through when she reacts to Samantha. Giggling. “Oh um, sure, yes please, thanks,” she says quickly. She uses her injured arm carefully just enough to re-load the weapon, and then holds it back up. “Is there something I’m doing wrong?” she asks… though the word ‘something’ may be optimistic.
Something? Oh, sweetie. “Well, I do see a couple of things that could be better with modifications,” she hedges on the polite side. First, use your other hand to support the firearm, having to hold its weight and aim at the same time takes a LOT of practice to make it seem effortless.” She stands next to Emi and demonstrates with her empty hands. “It’ll also help until your arm is fully healed.” Yes, she noticed the bandages.
“Next, set your feet about shouler-width apart and bend your knees a bit to help with balance. Now, try again.”
Emi Long slowly holds up her off hand, and smiles. “Yeah, normally I use both hands but um…” She pauses. I ran in front of the target charging at us, and then my powers went out right when he kicked me. So… I’m going easy on it.” the other stuff she nods and works on though. Setting her feet better, and her knees. She gives it a try. It does help. “I feel like it’s helping to practice since it’s hard to do much with only one arm, thank you.”
Samantha nods in understanding. “Ah, yes. Well, take a rest after this set, there’s nothing that says you have to spend the full hour slot firing your sidearm.”
She then returns to her own lane and reloads her ICER, though it’s not as automatic as she’d like because of the subtle differences in this weapon. But then she’s set, and adopting a stance almost identical to the one she just showed Emi, she fires at her target again.
Emi Long does two more shots, and then does as suggested. She takes the weapon, checks it, carefully sets it down, then goes to sit. Shaking her good arm a little, a little clue that she has been maybe over working it a bit trying to get the practice in. But she watches Samantha, and smiles. “I’d clap if I could.”
Once she’s finished, Samantha also secures her weapon and sets it down to go sit by Emi. “Well, I’ve had a lot of practice with the older style firearms. You know, the ones with the loud noises and the gunpowder. But, those aren’t commonly used anymore, much like flintlocks when I was leaning to fire a pistol. So, I have to practice with the new things. They’re just enough different that I have to remind myself not to become complacent.”
Emi Long sits up and snickers. “You know, like… a year ago I’d never fired any gun of any kind before. This is all new to me.” Biting her lip, she nods to Samantha. “The practice with the older kind helps I’m sure. so I’m just doing my own practice. Technically the last incident was a success, but it was the messiest success I’ve ever seen.”
Samantha hms and nods. “Considering you’ve only been doing this for a year, I’d say you’ve done well enough. Have you not had any formal training yet?” That, she considers truly unacceptable. And if need be, she will take it upon herself to correct that. Immediately.
“May I ask who your commanding officer is?”
Emi Long does give a name, it’s someone in research. Since technically that’s what she’s most confident and comfortable at. Getting her in the field has been a case by case thing. “Thanks. I’ve had some you know, when I can. I just, you know. It’s a lot to do at once.”
Samantha blinks at the name that’s given. “Why are you doing field work when your CO is a researcher?” She shakes her head. “That won’t do. All right. Starting tomorrow, I want to get a baseline on what you need to work on, and then I’ll help you improve on those things. Okay?”
Emi Long nods, and bites her lip. “Alright. I was working on researching ways to take down the people on that drug but… then I took it out into the field to try it. I’ve been doing both. I’ll get you that as soon as I can.” She shifts a little, getting nervous again.
At Emi’s admission of what she did, Samantha smiles in amusement. “You remind me of someone I worked with years ago. All the more reason to make sure you’re as prepared as possible for anything that happens when you leave the building.” She glances up at the nearby clock. “I think your hour is up, and I should get back to my own practice. Talk with you again soon, hm?”