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>"Anon?"

>You turn back to Rebecca, who's standing there with her revolver still pointed down range.

>"Right, sorry. Let's see how you did..."

>You can hardly blame yourself for feeling distracted. You've got a date, but she hasn't shown up yet.

>Taking one last look back towards the RSO shack, you walk downrange with the tigress.

>Rebecca wasn't part of the original plan, but you decided to try and make good on your offer of help, texting her earlier in the morning. That, and it'd hopefully make her testimony even more helpful when the time comes.

>...And some little part of you is worried about what Pat would do if it was just you and Talia.

>The range is fairly busy, though, so hopefully Rebecca won't be on her own if Officer Bitch decides to try and kill you and Talia. It also let you convince Aki to let Rebecca borrow some of her toys.

>The tigress hasn't gone out to get a piece of her own yet, after all-- though Aki seemed enthusiastic about helping her out.

>You feel a little bad, knowing that her little training session is inevitably going to be interrupted, but ultimately that's on Pat for showing up late. Your text to Talia was very clear that you'd be there 'by 4.'

>Rebecca's latest group with the Redhawk was slightly to the left, though she's getting everything on paper now. .44 magnum doesn't mean much when you're that big, you suppose.

>"Nice work, just a little off here," you say, marking the holes with a sharpie. "Try to pull the trigger, don't squeeze it-- makes your hand turn a little when you do."

>"Okay, got it," the tigress says, sweet as ever.

>"Let's see... we've still got the Tridentia 10X to try. Want to move onto that?"

>"Sure!"

>The two of you walk back to the bench; still no Pat, the way down to the entrance clear of any foreboding figures.

>You feel the tingle of the camera on the top of your head as you look over the table full of guns, yours re-packed and set apart from Aki's. It's been tough not looking up at it, but you've managed.

>Rebecca hasn't noticed it, which is fortunate considering she nearly scrapes the roof when she stands, having to stoop under the eaves.

>"Okay, so this is kind of like the Desert Eagle you used earlier. Same basic controls, but the safety just drops the hammer down like this."

>Rebecca nods attentively as you give her the overview of the gun. The edition that Aki has is a bit different than standard, a decocker-only with the springs all adjusted. You walk her out closer to the target, starting off at 10 yards, and check over her stance and grip as she makes ready, spare magazines in your pockets.

>She jumps at the first shot, an unusual occurrence. A little shake of the head seems to set her straight, though, and she handles the 10mm like it's .22 the rest of the mag.

>You let out a low whistle; most of her shots landed within the first two rings of the basic, circular target, her group solid.

>"What was that first little jump?" you ask, handing her the next magazine and taking the old one.

>"It just... didn't take much!" she chirps, hitting the slide lock. "I didn't expect it to shoot so quick."

>As Rebecca fires the next string of shots, you decipher what she said; Aki having a hair trigger installed doesn't surprise you in the slightest.

>"You want to try going a back a bit?" you suggest, and the tigress nods. Her groups spread out slightly, but they're still impressive.

>"You like that gun?" you ask when the two of you go up to inspect the target, your pockets rattling with empty magazines.

>"Yes, I think so," the tigress replies, now inspecting the patterns on the cardboard herself. "It almost feels right in my hand, and it doesn't really... jump."

>"Well, I know they make larger models called 'XL's," you say, undoing the target. "It doesn't jump much because it's only in 10mm; a bigger round will mean more recoil, but the larger model should counteract that somewhat. And, like I said before, Aki's had some work done to this gun."

>"Maybe I can ask her about it, then!"

>You smile when you turn back to her, presenting her the target.

>"Here, if you want to keep it. I like to, but I'm a bit sentimental."

>The hum she gives off cuts through your earpro as she takes the shredded-up paper, returning your smile.

>"Okay then, lets--"

>Fucking FINALLY

>You see the German shepherd underneath the shooting shelter, and after a momentary bit of relief, your heart sinks.

>Not because she's merely there-- no, you were expecting her.

>It's because she's rooting around in your stuff-- including one gun you're sure she wants to get her conniving, confiscating paws on.

>"Hey!"

>She doesn't even look up when you yell at her, all but jogging back towards the shelter. Rebecca follows at a more normal gait with a disconcerted grunt.

>You let out one of your own when you get close enough to see that it's the Kolibri she's fucking with.

>"What are you doing, Pat?" you ask, close enough now that she's unable to ignore you. "You see those red, flashing lights? You can't handle anything while people are down range, much less someone else's stuff!"

>"Shut up, perp," she says, continuing to turn the tiny gun around in one paw while scribbling down notes with the other, "Don't try to bullshit me. I'm confiscating your little machine gun here."

>"On what grounds?!" you ask, getting around the bench quickly, right in the camera's view, "Put my gun down, Pat, you're flagging me and Rebecca!"

>"Fuck off," she snorts, sneering at you. "You made a machine gun, Anon; you didn't think it'd be taken as evidence?"

>"It's not a machine gun," you say, about to try and grab it away when you realize how dumb of a move that'd be. Where's your back-up?

>"The hell are you doing, Patricia?"

>There it is.

>Talia seems to have appeared from nowhere, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She glances down the bay as she walks underneath the shelter's roof, giving a nod to Rebecca.

>"Why is the cold range light on?"

>"Rebecca and I were shooting at 15 yards, but when we turned around Patricia was flailing my gun around!"

>"Confiscating," the bitch corrects, "Quit acting like that's what you're worried about, perp. Putting on a show for your 'girl friend' won't--"

>The teasing air quotes were Patricia's mistake. As the Kolibri bobs up and down in her grip, Talia springs and pushes down on the shepherdess' gun hand. The tiny piece easily disappears when Pat closes her fist and snarls, but it at least gets her to pull it away from everyone.

>A huge paw grabs your shoulder, and you find yourself forcibly taking cover behind Rebecca. She keeps you pressed to her thigh, even when Patricia breaks the brief growling match and starts to laugh.

>"You just screwed up, whore," she says, stretching to her full height. "You just assaulted an officer while under investigation."

>"What I did was my job, Officer Bitch!"

>You cringe slightly; you talked with the she-wolf about trying to play things up for the camera, over-aggression being one of those things to avoid.

>"You not only handled a gun while the cold light was on, but you were flagging all three of us standing here talking! I don't care if you're an ATF Agent, I don't care if you're the fucking First Chairwoman; you will follow the goddamn rules on my goddamn range!"

>"Doesn't matter, you--"

>"It's my job as RSO to make sure dumbasses don't flail their guns around, so no one gets fucking shot!"

>The shepherdess snorts again, seeming to take pleasure in your partner's fury.

>"I carry a gun on me every day, Talia. You think I don't know how to be safe with one?"

>"That isn't your gun," you pipe up from behind the titanic tiger's thigh; she shushes you, pressing you further into it as the two canines turn and seem to realize what you and Rebecca are doing for the first time.

>Patricia openly laughs now, relaxing.

>"You gonna let her steal your man like that, Talia?" she teases, "Oh, that's right-- he's not!"

>The once soft thigh you're hiding behind goes tense, and Rebecca eases up on her grip.

>"I- I was just trying to protect him. Talia, I--"

>"No, it's fine," the she-wolf says, focused on Patricia. "Go ahead and show us the gun's clear, Pat. Pull the trigger downrange, if you're so confident."

>Ears flatten, lips curl as the two of them stare at each other, the tiny pistol shifting up in Pat's grip.

>"It is," she growls, managing to pinch the petite pistol in the closest she can get to a firing grip.

>"I'll do you one better,"

>Then she points it at Talia, and squeezes.

>You had intended on giving both Patricia and the camera a demonstration.

>You'd spent the entire morning tinkering with the Kolibri, going through your notes, trying to figure out what'd made it fire the way it did.

>Given how little there really was about the gun, you were mostly on your own. You were thankful that it's centerfire, or testing would have been a real pain.

>Not that you were thrilled about dry firing something that's a century and a half old.

>The problem, you figured out, was with the ammo, not the gun.

>The trigger reset every time like it was supposed to when you held the gun normally, but when you shook it in a small fit of frustration, you felt the striker fall again.

>The cartridges-- the ones you fired being of your own making-- were overloaded. Not enough to blow anything up or severely damage it, thankfully, but just enough to temporarily bend the tight tolerances of the tiny parts enough that the striker wasn't getting locked back.

>You were going to explain this-- admittedly not in the detail you'd have liked-- to Patricia and tell her that you were going to test a new batch of ammo that you'd reduced the powder load on, changing it to a slightly slower-burning one as well. Maybe you could end everything right then and there.

>The shepherdess likely wouldn't have let you get through very much, and almost certainly wouldn't have dropped the case even if you tested it in front of her and it worked correctly.

>But it still was a better option than watching Talia get shot in the nose.

>"GaAaah!"

>The she-wolf recoils back and collapses against the support of the shelter, paws going to her nose as her eyes squeeze shut.

>Patricia stares at the gun for a moment, eyes wide, her ears poking straight up.

>You know the tiny projectiles aren't lethal, having just about the same sting as a BB gun, but she doesn't. You rush over to Talia's side, ignoring whatever the shepherdess is doing. She starts to say something, but a rumbling growl rattles the roof of the shelter, one that could only be coming from the person whose head brushes the top of it.

>"I'm here, Talia," you gush, surprised at how quickly the words tumble out, "Talia, you okay? Talia?"

>You stroke her head as she holds her nose, giving her a half hug with your other arm.

>The she-wolf lets out a high-pitched whine, and nods slightly.

>"...This is your fault, you little prick."

>You continue holding and stroking Talia, pretending you don't hear the shepherdess.

>"You left it loaded. If you--"

>"You shot her in the face!"

>Rebecca's shout makes you jump, squeezing Talia tighter.

>"I'm no expert, but even I know that's not how you prove a gun is empty!"

>You look up for a moment, and see the tigress towering over the ATF agent, her back scraping against the eaves.

>It's with some pleasure that you note Patricia's tail is between her legs, her ears flat and lips curled in defiance-- but her posture gives it all away.

>"I told you before, tiger. Back off."

>"I think you should, before I call the cops and tell them an ATF agent just shot an employee in the face."

>The shepherdess snarls some more, but turns tail and walks off.

>You don't care that it's with your gun, you realize.

>Instead, you press your head against Talia's, whispering that it'll be alright.

>You stroke her fur, giving it a kiss.

>The two of you freeze up when you realize what you just did; she takes a hand away from her nose and wraps it around you, pulling you closer.

>"You-- fucking-- owe me--" she whispers, each one pained.

>You hum in acknowledgment, hugging her.

>"Is she alright?"

>Rebecca is crouched down by the two of you now, still probably taller than you.

>"I think--"

>"Yeah--" Talia interrupts, slowly taking her hand away, "Yeah, it just-- fuck, does it sting!"

>You take a look at her nose; by some miracle, Patricia managed to not send it up one of the she-wolf's nostrils. There's a bit of blood, and the spot where her skin split is already beginning to swell.

>"Oh, fuck," you hiss, almost reaching to prod at her nose, "where's the slug?"

>Talia growls, showing you a hand, the poppy-seed-sized ball of lead sticking to her main pawpad.

>"Okay; is there a vending machine or something in the RSO shack, Talia?" Rebecca asks, her tone surprisingly calm, "Something that we can ice that with?"

>"Yeah-- go ask Sally," the she-wolf hisses.

>The tigress moves with surprising speed, hurrying off towards the shack. As you watch her, a glint catches your eye-- the singular brass casing from the Kolibri.

>"So that did fix it..." you mutter to yourself, picking up the golden grain of rice and pocketing it.

>"Hey Anon?" Talia says, the pain making it hard to tell if she's truly pissed at you or not.

>"Yeah?"

>She grabs your hand and pulls you into her lap, wrapping an arm around you while the other one keeps you away from her nose.

>"Hold me, dumbass."

>You squeak a little as she squeezes; you can feel her breaths hitch occasionally as she pants. Your arms slip around her easily, after a moment, and you each rest your chins on the other's shoulder.

>You feel her draw in a deep breath, and sigh.

>You do the same.

>"Sorry."

>She grunts, and after a moment, pulls your head back.

>Very carefully, very gingerly, she kisses your forehead.

>"Ain't your fault," she says, returning the hug to normal.

>The claws in your back make you unsure if she means it, or if it's just from the pain-- but that's not the sensation you're stuck on.

>It's the tingling on your forehead.

>You still feel it, if faintly, hours later when you return.

>Talia is early this time, already in the gravel lot when you pull up in the Hilux, just the running lights on.

>The two of you didn't really have a chance to talk after everything that happened, only able to exchange a few words out of earshot from both the cameras and the small crowd of various range members. Meeting up later and taking the cameras down was the easiest thing to do.

>The bandage on Talia's nose glows in the moonlight, but you've got the sense not to mention it.

>She doesn't mention the stepladder you've brought with you, either.

>"You doing better?" you ask, following her as she leads the way to the gate.

>"What do you think?"

>Her voice is nasal, but the unhappy tone is unmistakable.

>"That sucks... how long is it going to be on for?"

>"Hopefully it'll be off by the trial."

>You cringe a little, lugging the stepladder with you to the first bay.

>"Why'd you bring Rebecca?" the she-wolf asks, taking the ladder. "That wasn't part of the plan."

>"Hey hey, shhh! The camera--"

>"Relax, Mr. Bond, it's off. I shut 'em all down when we closed for the day."

>Her insistence on staying after getting shot in the face makes much more sense now.

>"She volunteered to be a witness," you say after a sigh, "and since she's the only third party that saw what happened that first time, I figured buttering her up wouldn't be a bad move."

>The she-wolf grunts, tossing the camera to you as she moves on.

>"...And, you know, I said I'd help her."

>She looks back at you for a few seconds, then sets the ladder down at the next spot.

>"Yep, you've got a crush on her."

>"Wha--!? No, I don't! What makes you say that?"

>"You invited her, and you were plenty happy to get pressed up against her leg."

>You blow a spluttering raspberry as Talia tosses the next camera down.

>"Okay, first off," you say, "no, I don't. Second, what the hell am I supposed to do when some tiger chick twice my size does something like that?"

>"Say 'no?'"

>"She wasn't coming onto me, Talia, you know that."

>"What was she doing then?"

>You pause for a second, the she-wolf's smirk only half visible from her pale undercoat.

>"Being motherly," you decide. "Same thing as when she went and got an icepack for you."

>Talia grunts, mounting the ladder for shelter number three.

>"Okay, fine. But you still invited her."

>"Because I made a promise!" you counter, catching the next camera with ease. "Look, if I made Aki the same promise, I'd do the same thing."

>The she-wolf laughs, the bandage making it sound strange-- and you notice a few winces in there as well.

>"If you made that promise to Aki, she'd call you a geezer and turn it around on you..."

>"You know what I mean!"

>She huffs, but doesn't respond.

>"What took you so long, anyway?" you ask her when the two of you walk under shelter four. "I've got no idea how long she was finger-fucking my gun for, but it sure took you long enough to come by."

>"If I'd known I was going to get shot in the fucking face, I may have waited longer..." she mutters, setting up the ladder. You cringe, your own nose aching for a moment, but then something occurs to you.

>"Hold on, how'd she make it past you in the first place? You were at the entrance, right?"

>"Yeah..." the she-wolf says, working on the mounting, "I had Sally cover for me as soon as I saw her SUV pull up. Let me choose when it was we'd get into it, make sure it was nice and on camera."

>You almost miss the one she tosses down to you, the realization hitting you like a brick.

>"So you waited until she was flagging us on purpose?"

>"Well, didn't know she was going to do that," Talia says, hopping down with a slight spring to her step, "But, well, I saw the opportunity, and... you know."

>You reach up and slap her on the back, not too hard.

>"Nice work, Talia."

>"Whatever. Come on, let's get the rest of these down and go through the footage."

>She doesn't have any more snide things to say as the next two cameras come down, nor as the two of you walk back to the gate. When she starts walking to her truck is when you call out.

>"Where you going?"

>She pauses, turning to you.

>"To meet you at your place? You're the guy with the computer."

>You chuckle, putting the bag of cameras in the bed of your Toyota.

>"Well, grandma, there're these things now called 'laptops' that you can use."

>Talia crosses her arms, watching you as you go around to the cab.

>"So what, we're going to go to the nearest 24/7 burger joint with free wifi?"

>"You don't need wifi to read SD cards," you say, gathering your stuff from the cab, "That 'grandma' thing was meant to be a joke, but you're making me wonder..."

>"What's your plan then, you annoying little..."

>She trails off into a sigh, the gravel crunching under her feet as she crosses over towards you. You greet her with a grin when you walk around to the back of the truck, and pop down the tailgate; the bed is a mess of blankets, comforters, and towels, anything you could find to make the metal bed less cold.

>"Hop in," you tell her, doing just that as careful as you can manage with the laptop bag in one hand.

>You can feel her staring at you with that exasperated look on her face as you settle in, setting the laptop down on the overturned cardboard box you brought just for the occasion. Then the truck's suspension squeaks a little as she climbs in, though it holds. She shifts closer to you as you grab the power cord through the back window, plugging it in.

>"Any particular reason you decided to do this?" she asks as the laptop boots, and you connect the SD reader.

>"Call me schizo, but if we think Pat's got someone monitoring us, it seemed like a better idea to do it in the middle of nowhere."

>"Fair point."

>"We saving the best for last?" you ask, pulling the bag of cameras close.

>"Oh yeah," the she-wolf chuckles, "save it for the grand finale."

>The lead-up to the last camera's footage isn't too interesting, the bays they were watching all being occupied by people you both don't really know. Going through the first one helped you get an idea for how good the footage would look, and it's promising; the 120 degree lenses were definitely the right choice.

>The audio quality isn't the best, but you can make out most of what is said. The video quality is more than good enough.

>Sifting through the footage of the first four bays also gives you an idea of how far into the captured video you should be looking-- Talia makes a note to herself about getting the place a few rat-traps.

>The two of you have drawn even closer together, what with the small screen you've got to watch everything. The she-wolf has an arm on your shoulder, her legs hanging halfway off the bed of the truck. The position doesn't exactly look comfortable, but it's better than bending halfway over.

>You don't mind it, to be honest-- it might be summer, but it still gets chilly at night.

>"Hey, Talia?" you ask as the last bits of footage for camera four play, "You mind grabbing me that blanket? The tan one, over there?"

>"Aww, is the little humie cold?"

>"Yeah, I am, you living throw rug," you say, flicking her side. "You gonna do it or not? I've gotta switch out cards anyway."

>She flicks you back, but reaches over and grabs the blanket and tosses it to you.

>You think you feel her move a little closer, your legs and side getting warmer, but it's probably just your imagination.

>"Okay, let's see what we got..."

>The card reveals a few more nightly visitors to the range, the crack-of-dawn retiree or two shooting their sporters or old fudd guns, and the occasional short of Sally brushing away casings to pass the time.

>Then Aki shows up, her bags bulging full of guns and ammo. Ordinarily you'd make some kind of comment, let out a low whistle-- but this is Aki. Showing up with ten guns is just another Tuesday for her.

>There's a video of your conversation with her, Rebecca standing off to the side with her hands clasped in front of her-- when she doesn't walk in front of the camera, covering the whole shot in orange and black.

>Then Patricia shows up, waiting at the bench while the cheetah blasts away downrange, no doubt with the makeshift course obstacles she always brings.

>"Have you seen the human around?" the shepherdess asks, not even giving a wave when Aki returns to the bench.

>The cheetah's spotted tail flicks; with the stickers and patches you've seen on her gear, you doubt she has much love for the three letters stitched on Patricia's chest and arms.

>"Which human?" she asks, setting down her rifle, shotgun, and pistol, beginning to dump out her empty mag bag. "There's a few around here."

>"Anonerson. Anon Anonerson."

>The shepherdess' voice is just on the edge of pleasantries-- as pleasant as she ever is, anyway.

>"Oh, him... He's one more down, working with that new girl. I let her borrow a few of my pieces-- I worked with her the other day, too, so it's alright."

>You highly doubt she did, and you can't help but smile.

>Patricia huffs, and walks off with a nod.

>You close the window, and ready the card for ejection.

>"You ready?" you ask Talia, looking over at her. Her bandage seems especially bright.

>"Yeah," she says, handing you the final card.

>You plug it in, and skip right to the good stuff, past you and Rebecca going over the basics and setting up your guns.

>Patricia walks into frame, taking a look down range with flattened ears. She looks down at the table, and begins to rifle through your range bag.

>"Why did you even bring that thing?" Talia asks when the shepherdess pulls out the little case for your Kolibri, her tail wagging slightly.

>"I'll tell you when the movies' over."

>The she-wolf growls, but says nothing; you can feel the rumble run through you.

>She really did get closer to you.

>On screen, Patricia begins to fumble with the tiny firearm, and you hear a garbled 'Hey!' from off screen. The argument that follows plays out in full detail, the high angle highlighting the way Patricia keeps the Kolibri up and out of your reach.

>The growling she and Talia get into after the she-wolf goes for the gun sounds funny through the laptop speakers; Rebecca completely pulls you out of frame, one feline ear flashing half the screen in black and white as it flicks.

>"Did you have to call her that?" you ask as on-screen Talia calls your favorite ATF agent by your favorite nickname for her.

>"Yes," offscreen Talia growls.

>The distinct 'pop' of the tiny gun as it goes off on screen gives her plenty reason.

>That gasp and the whine that follows are captured in surprisng detail as the she-wolf stumbles to the edge of the screen, everyone freezing for a moment.

>"I didn't know she could get like that..." you mutter, trying to take your mind off watching your partner get shot again as Rebecca's growl rattles the screen, having shaken the camera as the back of her head blocks half of it.

>"Me neither."

>The two of you watch in silence as the rest of it plays out, Patricia turning tail and fleeing, Rebecca crouching down and still filling a good amount of the screen as she talks to you and Talia before hurrying off.

>Then it's just the two of you there, at the very bottom edge of the camera's view, panting and the occasional wince or whine coming through.

>You're glad the two of you were still in-frame-- all that acting with the stroking, hugging, and cooing would have gone to waste.

>Because that's all it was, acting. For sure.

>'Hey Anon?' you hear her say again through the screen, the words coming through clearly.

>"Hold me, dumbass."

>The real Talia squeezes you a little as she says it again, chuckling a little.

>"So, why'd you bring that little gun?" she asks as the rest of the scene plays out, the stroking and sighing.

>"I-- I think I figured out what was wrong, with it," you say, your eyes stuck to the screen. "It was with the ammo, so I adjusted the batch I'd made, and--"

>You pause as she kisses you again-- not the real you, the on-screen you.

>Your forehead tingles all the same.

>"And?" the she-wolf supplies, looking down at you.

>"--And I wanted to test it," you say, catching yourself. "Long story short, it was overloaded and bent the parts just enough for the striker not to catch."

>You reach into your pocket, pulling out that singular, tiny brass casing.

>"And it looks like I was right."

>"Glad you didn't put super-penetrators in there or anything," Talia mutters, wincing as she gingerly feels the bandage again. "But leaving it chambered like that-- that's not you, Anon."

>"I didn't! You go back to that footage of setup, and you can see I made sure it was clear before I put that magazine in."

>Talia looks at you for a moment, expression hard to read in the dark. Then she nods.

>"I trust you. But how the hell did it get chambered, then?"

>"Probably when she grabbed it away from you," you say after a moment. "The thing's slide is like an inch long. All it'd take is for that to shift an inch when Patricia squeezed on it for it to load the round."

>The she-wolf nods again, staring blankly at the screen. The two of you are still there against the support of the shelter, holding each other.

>"Good," she says, looking away. "Very good."

>She laughs a little in the dark, and you can feel her rub against you as she does.

>"We actually did it. We've actually got evidence on that gun-grabbing bitch."

>"You're welcome," you say, closing things out and ejecting the SD card.

>"Oh, don't be thinking I owe you anything for coming up with this little plan, there, humie," she says, pulling away from you and collecting herself, hopping out from the truck with the squeaking of the suspension.

>"I took a bullet for you," she says as you break down the laptop and cameras, leaning on the bed of the truck. "Don't you think I'm gonna forget it, either."

>"I doubt you'll let me," you mutter, and she ruffles your hair with a hum.

>"I'll talk with my lawyer-friends about getting stuff done tomorrow; hold onto those tapes for me, Anon."

>She stands up and begins walking back to her car, leaving you to deal with the pseudo-nest you've created.

>"That'll just be the start of you paying me back!"

>"Goodnight, Talia," is all you say.

>She nasally replies in kind, starting up her truck. She's gone before you're even in the cab of yours, having slid the laptop and cameras through the cab window and mostly secured your blankets and coverings.

>As you drive off, though, the one thing you did want to say spins around in your head, regret but also relief filling you from your silence.

>"Was that kiss just for the camera?"

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