Shooting the Breeze

The Nexus firing range is situated behind a sturdy, if mostly nondescript metal door in one of the rougher parts of the commercial district. Only two faded, scuffed signs mark the cinderblock wall beside it: one reads "Shooting Range," with an arrow drawn on in magic permanent marker to indicate that the "h" should be placed after the "t." The other sign reads, "Management is not responsible for lost hearing."

Inside the door, metal stairs and a freight elevator both lead roughly a story below street level to a gallery of shooting lanes that stretches into the hazy distance. Each is fronted by a length of countertop and divided from its neighbors by a sound-muffling partition. In each of these partitions is set a screen which displays a menu of options: distance to target, lighting, air speed and direction, and an "advanced" tab behind a paywall. The screen also displays an advertisement for in-range weapon rental.

Clint looks around, a bow and quiver slung across his back. "Damn, Verity, how'd you find this place?"