dangerous [ uriel x kendra ]

Uriel made his way into the Secret Police headquarters to start his next standby shift, reaching up to rub the back of his neck and cracking it a couple times as he made his way down to the offices and to his desk. He sat down in the chair, the hydraulic support of the seat sinking hard before equalizing under the enforcer's immense weight. He turned on his computer, checking to see if there were any messages waiting for him, and to his slight dismay there were only a couple of intra-department emails regarding upcoming events, inspections, etc.

*Looks like it's going to be a slow day.*

Uriel supposed there wasn't much more to do other than some self-improvement while he waited to hear if there was a call for SP intervention in some part of Novus. He stood up from his desk and started making his way down to the training level where the department had a gym, firing range, live-fire obstacle course, and a fair amount more. Having all of that at his disposal was certainly something that Uriel couldn't complain about, especially considering how often he used it. After all there weren't too many places that had weights that went up to the blonde behemoth's training level.

He decided that it would be best to get some practice in with firearms first though before he started working his body, and so Uriel soon made his way into the firing range where he heard the final shots exit the muzzle of a rifle and punch clean holes in the head and chest of a paper target. He casually strode over towards the firing lane, seeing Kendra's familiar red hair and black and red garb as she finished disassembling the weapon and picking up an energy pistol...nasty weapon that could be at the highest power setting.

Uriel's eyebrow raised slightly as the targets quickly burst into flames and he barely spotted the irritable expression on Kendra's face from the angle behind her he was standing at, the tank becoming slightly concerned.

"Poor targets must have done something horrible."

Uriel raised his eyebrow slightly by the response that Kendra had given. His eyes looked to the target down range burning to ash and drifting slowly to the ground. It was rather obvious to the enforcer that the paper was hardly the subject of what she was talking about, not that she had done much to hide it. Rather, it seemed as though there was someone out there who had gotten on Kendra’s bad side and, given her reputation for accuracy, said person stood the chance of having body parts taken off piece by piece with whatever gun she had at the time.

The odd smile that spread on her lips gave the impression that such a thing was certainly on the table in the near future, but that was perhaps a bit much and in their line of work it was good not to have distractions like raging anger towards someone. Maybe this was a good opportunity for some exercise for the both of them, but there was an even better method for stress relief that Uriel had up his sleeve. He smiled and nodded, enjoying the more relaxed atmosphere that they had around the base.

“I’m doing quite well. And oh yes, completely buried with work. So much so, I decided I needed a break as soon as I got here. On that note though, I think I have something down here that you’ll enjoy as well.”

He smirked a bit before turning and heading into the arms and equipment room next to the range. After a little, the large man walked back out with three things in his possession; a large Vulcan minigun held by its handle in his left hand, a large box of chained ammunition under his left arm, and a posable mannequin under his right. He walked up to the range lane next to Kendra’s and set the equipment down before pressing the button between the lanes to call for safety. He grabbed the mannequin again and walked down about 25 meters before standing it up to face the shooter. He then walked back and started hooking up the ammunition to the chamber intake.

He wasn’t sure if she’d ever used the Vulcan before, there weren’t many in the SP who really cared to touch it in favor of more precise weaponry. But for Uriel, there wasn’t a better weapon when it came to intimidation and power….and letting off some steam. He looked back to Kendra with a smirk on his face and welcomed her to join him at the lane.

“So besides the paper target, is there anyone else who’s on your blacklist that you’d like to see a few new holes in?”

Uriel gave a chuckle before heading in to get his little surprise. At least for the moment, the paperwork was slow mainly because there hadn’t been much activity at all recently that required intervention from their department. When the time came that they did get something done in the field for the city, lord knew that they would usually be buried in paperwork for the next few days listing out every detail and action that they could remember so the public side of law enforcement could keep their asses covered and the analysts could keep an eye out for any patterns or concerns in what happened for future ops.

He enjoyed the look that Kendra gave as he brought the weapon out and started prepping it to be fired. The Vulcan really was more or less his even if it belonged to the department. There weren’t many who could wield it effectively with its weight and the need to be firmly planted when firing, so not many even touched it.

“You’re not the only one. It doesn’t get brought out much, but I keep it clean for whenever the SP finds a need for it.”

After a moment, he’d gotten the ammo chain hooked up and the first round chambered as Kendra started opening up a bit. He backed up and to the side a little as she decided to feel out the weapon, picking it up and looking it over. He hoped that she already knew how to use it, but he had a feeling he was going to find out anyway. There was little doubt in Uriel’s mind that Kendra would have much rather had seen whoever she was talking about standing down range rather than the mannequin, and from the sound of it the guy and really gotten on her bad side for a very bad reason. Nothing like breaking someone’s trust to piss them off.

He could hear the cadence of her voice changing and the anger building and he casually brought his hand up to push the second button at the lane to signal ‘range active’ before putting on his pair of safety glasses. As the gun spooled up, he stepped a little closer behind Kendra, ready to quickly take hold of the weapon if it slipped from her control at all. Fortunately her grip on the Vulcan proved quite strong as the box of ammunition was emptied into the mannequin that now lay in pieces on the range floor, except for the shins and feet which marked where the dummy previously stood.

A moment later Kendra realized what had happened with a red blushing face, and Uriel could only grin and let out a laugh as he half-hugged her with his arm in an attempt to calm her a bit.

“Not at all. That’s exactly why I brought it out in the first place. Besides, you look pretty damn good firing it.”

His grin turned to a relaxed and playful smile, trying to ease both Kendra and the mood a bit more.

“Maybe I should get another box of ammo.”

Uriel was a patient person, which often came as a surprise to a lot of people. They usually lopped him in with either the lumbering berserker category or the gentle giant. So he ended up coming to understand the connotations for both, but the common denominator of it all was that he was, indeed, a large person.

He had to stop a laugh from escaping after the comment that Kendra decided to start off with. He knew better than to let that out given the moment and his colleague’s obvious discomfort. He simply smiled and waited for her to finish, letting her save as much face as she wanted. He nodded as he stepped towards the table again and started making sure that the minigun was clear.

“Of course. Wouldn’t want our sharpshooter’s accuracy ratio plummeting after all.”

He chuckled a bit as he opened the minigun’s chamber and let it slide back, expelling the last link from the previous run of ammunition before letting the barrel’s spool up and down again to make sure the bearings or the mechanism weren’t grinding at all. She didn’t seem too opposed to the idea of keeping the vulcan out for a little while longer, and he gave a smile as their eyes met. He had to admit, even given the nature of their work, it was nice to be able to have such casual interactions with his fellow SPs.

“I think it can handle a little more exercise. Besides, he still has shins and feet. We can’t be having that.”

He smirks and nods his head towards what little remained standing of what used to be a mannequin, then heads back to the equipment locker and pulling out another box of ammunition to hook up to the weapon.