RIP: "Version Spanish Soviet"

Blue Sky?

"Is the sky blue because of the atmosphere's composition? Or because the moisture and clouds are reflecting the color of the sea?" she asked him. He thought about her question as he hurled another disc into the air. She wasted no time and shattered it into pieces with a well aimed bullet. She was going to fire at one of the larger pieces before it fell out of the sky when her magazine clicked empty.

"Haha. 'Click'," Johan imitated the sound. She rolled her eyes and reloaded, tossing the empty magazine with several others into a rather large pile. "Answer me," she insisted.

"Now I don't know if you're asking me, or if you're telling me," Johan teased. He chucked another disposable with the same great force, and just as before, it was shot out of the sky in no time. She laid down her arms and looked at him for a while. She just stared.

"What?" Johan asked. "Stop it, Rai, I'm blushing," he acted. She stilled kept a blank expression, though she wanted to laugh. "Rai, stop, I'm going to faint," he lightly slapped her arm and attempted to chuckle. Johan stopped almost immediately, and held a sorry puppy dog pout, avoiding Rai's still face. Her expression was an unreadable stone. All it took was a quick glance at the sky. Johan understood."The sky's blue because it's your favorite color," Joahn responded with a smile. She picked up her weapon again and prepared to shoot the rather large object Johan was about to throw. She aimed to destroy the wooden rocking chair with only the bullets left in her magazine. She'd empty then call it a day.With the same outstanding aim and power, the discarded rocker was sent flying at an amazing height and distance. Rai's incredibly quick and accurate aim emptied the magazine and destroyed the chair completely before even a splinter fell out of range.

"The sky is blue because of all the moisture in the atmosphere. Come on, pack up." Rai concluded the practice in the same fashion each time. She'd pose a good question, receive Johan's response and give the right answer. Or an acceptable one. Sometimes, she'd lie to test Johan."That's debatable," he smiled and stretched out for a bit. Pitching object fifty feet up and fifty more out isn't as easy as it might seem, although Rai usually destroyed it before it reached maximum height.

"How many did you finish up this time?" he asked while she safely secured the gun. She made sure the safety was on and that the little block Johan made snapped snuggly behind the trigger so tightly that it couldn't be pulled back. "About fifteen. I'll actually count them later. Just hurry up so we can go. We still have things to do."

Rai locked up the gun in its case- which Johan also made- and started removing the protective clothing she had to wear with the guns."Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down Sarai. Can't you wait until we get home?" Johan teased with a smirk, "I love you too." He beamed a cheeky smile. Sarai laughed to herself and jokingly gave Johan a wink- which he clearly didn't expect. She removed her shin guards, kneepads, elbow protectors, and such. By Sarai's own design, the protective gear were like sophisticated velcro rectangles of cloth that wrapped and secured around the limb. Easy on and off without compromising protection.

There were guards for the shins, ankles, knees, yoga shorts for the hips and thighs, sleek shoulder pads, upper and lower arms guards, fingerless gloves, a large corset-inspired wrap for the waist, and a vest to go over that. The bullet proof pads provide a slightly bulkier but heavier protection, and the ballistic, extremely durable, and surprisingly thin cloth material, which is an invention of Johan again, smooths the edges down to form a visually sleek and smooth armoring. The spaces between the pads are the same cloth, to ensure silent and fluid motion, at a great range, and also just general protection for the joints.

"Don't fret, Han. I have tights under," she assured him as she removed the shorts. "To my dismay," he remarked. The trunk of the reinforced SUV was being filled with the gun and its case, a few objects Johan didn't get a chance to throw, the foldable table, and the extra magazines that were packed away in duffel bags.