[The amusement is short lived. He unclips the page and pulls up a fresh one, sending it back out while he rolls up the first successful terminated target of this kid's range time before handing it over.]
Try not to jog to the left and hit my target this time, kid.
[He's not big on handshakes just now, new sensors and adjustments but habit is habit and he stretches out his metallic hand to clasp Jack's.]
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Try not to jog to the left and hit my target this time, kid.
[He's not big on handshakes just now, new sensors and adjustments but habit is habit and he stretches out his metallic hand to clasp Jack's.]
Whiskey.