"The hell are you?"
"Angel Richelieu. Just call me Angel. Are you M16A1? From Anti Rain Team?"
"Yup, that's me. Hey, Richelieu, MDR tells me you're quite the shot for not having a fire control core."
"M16, how many bottles of Jack Daniels have you drunk tonight?"
"Richelieu, you gonna answer the damn question or not?"
"I don't know. I'm not great at it."
"Yeah? What kind of shooting did you do?"
"I mostly did handgun. I wasn't fantastic at rifle shooting."
"Handgun, eh? What kind of handgun?"
"I'm sorry, M16. Do you mean to ask me what handgun I used?"
"What else would I be asking you?"
"I primarily competed on my father's CZ75."
"Were you any good?"
"Not really."
"MDR says otherwise. Heehee."
"MDR is definitely not a reliable source for these kinds of things."
"Who the hell cares! Anyway, I'd like to see you shoot."
"Aren't you going elsewhere tomorrow?"
"No, dummy. Right now. As in, let's see you shoot right now."
"M16, I am not taking you to the range as drunk as you are."
"I'm not drunk. Trust me. M4A1, stop looking at me like that."
"M4A1 isn't in the room."
"The hell if I care. Richelieu, did you forget I'm a tactical doll? I have gun safety programmed into me, I couldn't hurt you right now even if I wanted."
"Well..."
"You know what? I'll cut you a deal. If you can shoot better than me, I'll give you anything you want. Besides M4."
"So it's a competition now?"
"Yeah. Hell, I'll even let you pick what we compete in."
"Jesus Christ M16."
"Well?"
"... If I win, you take me out to a date the next time we see each other, all expenses paid by you. No alcohol."
"Hahaha! Are you serious?"
"Hey, you said anything I wanted."
"Fair enough. And the drill we run?"
"You ever heard of an El Presidente?"
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FanfictionAngel Richelieu is a five-year veteran of famed private military contractor Griffin and Kryuger - that is, as a glorified paper-pusher carrying out administrative tasks for commanders. However, the former competitive shooter and ROTC battalion comma...
