lastrat

[Adept as Bond may be in his own world, there is only so much he can wrap his mind around. Space operas do not number, and he has a fairly blase look on his face when he turns on the camera. He's in the CES, on a hill overlooking a wide valley. There is a very long gun resting against his shoulder.]

Now that's over with, I'm setting up a fullbore range in the CES. Targets are spread around this side of the hill.

[He turns the camera, and in the distance there are indeed targets set up, borrowed from the firing range.]

There's plenty of space between here and the entrance. Try not to wander through my line of sight.

[Private to Ellie]

Have you ever used a sniper rifle?

[Open Spam]

[True to his word, Bond is working on his sniping. Clad in forest colored clothes, a step up from actually wearing proper camouflage, Bond lays prone at the top of the hill. His rifle is steadied on a bag of ammo and supplies, kickstand folded up; he knows how the recoil can work against the ground too well to bother.

The firing isn't frequent; any one in the CES might hear a shot every ten minutes at best. His patience needs practice, too.]