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Bang! Bang!
Varick finished off the last two rounds in his pistol before finally letting out a deep breath and sporting a mild smirk. The former spec ops soldier looked up at his targets and gazed confidently at the areas of where he had accurately hit. The head, and the heart. These two locations on the human body were instant kills which were meant to drop the opposition without wasting any ammo. Of course, it takes a lot of practice, and well, that's what the Training room was for wasn't it? He had joined the week before, and already he had grown accustomed to his new workplace. Hell, he couldn't stay out of it.
"Fox", at least that's what they call him, did not have the muscular build that many of his former comrades possessed. Although he was quite tall, he only weighed in at 180 pounds at least. Of course, he had focused more on his speed and skill rather than brute strength alone. His training regiment didn't really consist of heavy strength training, just enough for him to lift more than his body weight for equipment that he would be using. Despite being in his mid-twenties, his constant workouts had kept him looking young and healthy. His shaggy, black hair (uncut after retiring from military service), fell a few centimeters in front of his deep, brown eyes.
Once more he looked on the objects he had fired upon and had managed to place all of his bullets into the fatal areas of the body. He gripped his pistol and examined it carefully. He took out the empty cartridge and placed a new one inside it before holstering it back into its place on the right side of his waist. Varick whistled a tune as he began walking over to the elevators. After a nap or so, then maybe some grub from the first level, he would continue on with more practice with his sniper. One should not go rusty in his skills, for all he knew, he could be very well be placed in a mission out of the blue.
Varick stepped out of the elevator, already underground in the living quarters. He slowly walked his way towards his room, continuing to whistle loudly as he passed by some of the room. Every now and then, Varick would spot a security camera or so and would openly wave at him with a charming and sly grin on his countenance. Might as well greet the one who's watching out for 'intruders'. Although, Varick would feel sorry for any thieves that think they could last in a building full of armed killers.
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