Bobbi and Adrienne - XFI Bidness

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Bobbi and Adrienne go to the gun range and then work a stakeout together.

"So, I've been thinking," started Bobbi, as her and Adri walked onto the shooting range. "with re-certification coming up again and all, should I treat myself and pick up something a little bigger?" She hefted her trusty 9mm revolver and eyed it, pondering holding something different instead.

Adrienne pulled her Sig Sauer p226 out of its holster and stroked it lovingly. "I'm biased," she answered with a smirk. "I like the nine millimeters. Though sometimes- not gonna lie- I kind of miss my old Smith and Wesson Thirty-Eight. But trading up to the bigger was a good idea. So maybe you should get a bigger one. Like a forty-five?"

"That's what I was thinking, yeah." She'd done a little preliminary research but hadn't committed to actually purchasing anything just yet. "So you didn't find it too bad, then, trading up?" It'd been ages since she'd wielded anything other than her current sidearm but the temptation to change had somehow taken root with her. "Did it take long to get used to it?"

"Not too long, no," Adrienne shook her head. "But- as I'm sure I don't have to tell you- the difference in size between the thirty-eight and the nine millimeter isn't nearly as much as that of the nine millimeter and the forty-five. All I keep hearing about the forty-five is that the recoil's a bitch. You're in better shape than I am, though," she shrugged. "You're almost a decade younger than me. So if anyone could handle the forty-five, my vote would be on you. And I'm including Centrino in that assessment, too, just so you know," she grinned. It was strange to act so familiar around someone she barely knew, but Bobbi was apparently really easy-going, so it wasn't as difficult to be chummy with her as Adrienne initially feared it would be.

"That's what I'm afraid of, yeah." Recoil was certainly going to be a big adjustment, to be sure. "Hah, thanks for the vote of confidence, but I don't know if I'd handle it better than him." Bobbi said with a chuckle. "Well, ok, I probably could." She laughed and shook her head. "I think you've sold me, Adri. Now I just need to go out and get one. Wanna go shopping some time?"

"I do love shopping, but I don't know how much help I'd be, honestly," Adrienne chuckled. "I'm not very skilled at gun knowledge. Have you met David North or Wade Wilson yet?"

"Oh, do you think they can help me with it?" Bobbi hadn't been giving the upgrade much of a thought, it had only been her trip to the range with Adri today that'd jogged her memory and put it back in her mind again. "That's probably a good idea, yeah. Though that's not to say you and I still can't make our own non-firearm related trip sometime." she added, grinning.

"Why, Ms. Morse, are you asking me out on a shopping date?" Adrienne asked with mock flirtatiousness, putting ear protection around her neck and goggles over her eyes.

"I suppose I am, how dreadfully forward of me. Why, the next thing you know I'll be asking you to accompany me to a meal around the same time and to make a day of it. Positively scandalous, I know." It was entirely possible Bobbi had been catching up on Downton Abbey episodes on Netflix lately, shh.

"What will the neighbours think?" Adrienne asked, sounding shocked. She smirked at Bobbi. "I'd also ask what would my boyfriend think, but you're hot, so I'm sure he'd only think positive things." She leafed through the supply of paper targets at the range. "What do you think? Bullseyes or silhouettes today?"

She snorted at that. "Hah, I'll bet." Looking over at the targets, Bobbi nodded towards the silhouettes. "Let's go with those today, shall we? Makes it easier to visualize, I find." Especially if there was someone or something you were angry and/or frustrated with, not that there was anyone who fit that description today but it still helped her to have a person-shaped target at which to aim instead of a bullseye.

Adrienne picked a stack of silhouettes from the top of the pile and handed half the stack to Bobbi. "I expect I'll be terrible today," she mused as she found two empty stalls next to each other. "I've been spending far too much time with my bow and arrow lately. It's really too bad I can't investigate bad guys and stop naer-do-wells with medieval weapons. I feel like a bow would have been helpful last week with that guy who kept vandalizing that mutant-run bodega."

"Now that's something I've never tried before. I bet it's awesome, it definitely looks pretty bad ass and old school." Bobbi said, taking up a position in the stall next to Adri. "But hey, who says you can't? You can even take a new codename, reinvent yourself as Robin Hood. I bet we could find you a hoodie with a hood in the shape of a robin online somewhere." she quipped, mostly joking. "Or maybe you can find a decent cross bow instead?" she suggested in a more serious vein.

"I don't know if I'm really a crossbow type of person," Adrienne admitted. "That kinda seems too much like... like why not just shoot a gun, y'know? But I like the Robin Hood idea." The idea of a hoodie with a robin on it made her laugh. "I should definitely make myself one of those. Even though I am quite fond of the code name I already have. Though that would add to the bird motif we have with the women at the mansion..."

"True, and reloading would be a real pain too." It probably was too impractical these days for anything but target practice and the like, but it was still pretty badass in her book. "Y'know I hadn't even thought about that, but you're right. That's it, you have to get one now. How can you not?" She was mostly joking, but would totally help Adri try and find one if she wanted.

She fastened one of the targets and used the controls to send it back as far as the range allowed, then slid her earmuffs on and around her neck. "Ok, good to go here. You ready?"

"What's the bet?" Adrienne asked, eyes gleaming with the possibility of competition. "Three clips? Curling rules? Person with the most hits closest to the target wins?" She paused suddenly, face contorting as if painfully. "Wait... did I just say something about curling? Shit. I need to stop dating a Canadian."

Bobbi shook her head and chuckled, checking her weapon before replying. "Just don't start saying 'eh' and I think you'll be ok, though maybe cut back on the poutine and back bacon, yeah?" Almost as if on reflex, her stomach growled in protest. "Damn, now I want poutine. The Canadianness is spreading!"

Adrienne chuckled and made a mock displeased face at that thought. "Three clips," she repeated, "then poutine and then we relieve Jess on that stakeout we kinda left her on?"

"Oh crap, that's right." Bobbi frowned and then nodded. "Alright, sounds like a plan to me. And we can totally bring Jess poutine after we've had some." That was clearly the best solution and would make up for everything.

~~

"So when did you first know that you wanted to be a cop?" Adrienne asked around a mouthful of poutine as she sat in the car next to Bobbi after their session at the range. They'd relieved Jess and sent her home to sleep after what had apparently been an uneventful stakeout of a grocery warehouse they'd been hired to surveil after the mutant manager had been fired for supposedly stealing stock.

"When I was pretty young, I guess. My father was one," Bobbi added, her smile growing slightly as she mentioned her dad. "It just came naturally, being raised in a family with one, you know?" She poked a few fries with her fork, twirling it around to spool up a sagging string of cheese before carefully raising it into her mouth. "It wasn't exactly what I wanted, though, so voila. How about you, with XFI, I mean?"

"Well, it definitely didn't come naturally, I'll tell you that," Adrienne chuckled. "My powers make me kind of a natural, though," she shrugged. "I tried to avoid using my powers for a long time, but eventually, the mansion turned me into the kind of person who feels like they need to help others. Oh! Truck!" She tried not to actually point excitedly when a box truck pulled up to the warehouse loading dock. "Do we have a plan here?"

"Let's wait and see what he does first." Bobbi said, watching the truck as it came to a stop and a man exited the vehicle. "We can approach him once he opens the back of the truck, or wait until he goes inside and check it out ourselves." Which coincidentally gave them time to finish their food.

"I hope we have to chase him," Adrienne mused, eating more of her poutine. "I really need to work off all these carbs now. Wanna go jogging tomorrow?"

"I could use the exercise myself but I kinda hope not." She patted her belly, which was fully of poutine - running would be a little bit rough at that point. "Yes, definitely, please." Bobbi replied. Tomorrow she'd be in much better shape, or at least she hoped. "Looks like he's packing the stuff up at any rate." She nodded to the man who was now bringing things outside to the truck, so at least they'd managed to track down the items in question and could report same to their client.

"Maybe our client will give us some of this lettuce this dickwad's stealing," Adrienne mused, camera trained on the scene so she could take some shots of the theft in progress.

"One can only hope." Bobbi said, finishing her food and wiping her hands on a napkin. "Let's go report to him and find out then."

"Roger that. First, though, I need to pee. They never show you that part about stakeouts in movies or on tv," Adrienne complained, making a face.