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Josh paused a moment as if afraid Corinth would bite him, then gently traced a finger on one of the bullet scars, his eyes narrowed slightly as he thought. He was startled out of it and jerked his hand back when Jacob spoke- he hadn't even realized he was there.
"Where- when'd you get here?"

"Me? I was here for ten minutes, just watching you two. Corinth spotted me, but that was when I lit my cigarette," Jacob smiled. So maybe he wasn't loosing his touch after all. Maybe he wasn't going crazy, and maybe he was a damn good sniper still.

Josh studied him a moment, a ghost of a smile flitting across his face. "Stalker."

"Nope. You are just un observant." Jacob was smiling.

Josh grinned sheepishly at him, shrugging his thin shoulders. "That too, maybe. Randall tells me that all the time- speaking of Randall, he's got a really big scar down here-" he ran a finger across his ribcage- "from when he got kicked so hard a rib broke and punctured a lung. He doesn't like telling the story, it's still really touchy for him. I think if he was here he'd be beating me up right about now, but it's the whole reason he's jumpy around strangers. I'm actually surprised he handled you guys so well. Maybe he was in shock, but he did hit his head hard... Hmm."

"Josh, if he beats you up over anything, tell me about it. Remember, I'm the one training him! I can make him do all sorts of unpleasant things." Jacob smiled. He cared for these boys like the sons he never had. "So, how's training going?"

Josh waved a hand like it was nothing. "I may have a limp but I know his weaknesses. I can beat him up right back. It's going fine, what say you?" He turned back to Corinth for confirmation.

"Huh?" Corinth looked up from his book that he was reading, and stared. Then he shook his head. "Oh, horrible. I hate him. He's horrible. I.." He started laughing, and Jacob recognized his sarcasm, and started laughing again.

"Two wrongs don't make a right. Unless Its English and math," Jacob chuckled. Hell, it was right and weird.

Josh shook his head, unable to hide his grin as he ran a hand through his thick black hair. "Yeah, I love you guys too. But seriously, how am I doing? You're getting me paranoid about it now."

"Ooohhhhh you are doing fine! Coor light over here is messing with ya! I think... Naw, but he is," Jacob laughed, and put his aviators down to his nose, and looked over at Corinth, who burst into laughter. Jacob shook his head, his hair flying all over the place, then he walked back to check on Randall.

"So weird," was all Josh replied, raising an eyebrow as he absentmindedly rubbed his leg.

Randall had been keeping track mentally of how many cans he had shot; right now he was at 93 and was busy hunting down the last 7 that were hiding somewhere in this vast foresty place.

"Boo," Jacob said, and jumped up from behind a bush of barbed wire, not even cutting himself. He guessed that he scared the crap out of Randall, but he couldn't be too sure. "So, whatcha down to now?"

Randall whirled on him, his rifle up and pointed at Jacob's head. Then recognition crossed his face and he lowered the gun, looking pissed.
"Dammit, Jacob, don't sneak up on me like that," he snarled, shaking his head. "I'm down to 7, trying to find the last ones now."

Jacob knocked the gun to the side before it could point to him, and he laughed, ducking down, and jumped up. "Hey, good job. Keep it up. How many shots have you fired?"

He paused a moment, rocking on his heels. "About a hundred...? Give or take. There have been a couple of times I've missed but I get it on the second or third try, so it's not too bad."

"Good, good. Sooner or later you will be down to one bullet a piece," Jacob said, rocking back and forth on his feat, too.

He nodded and slung the rifle back across his shoulder, pausing a moment uncertainly.
"Don't sneak up on me like that, Jacob. I'm not kidding about that. Don't like being snuck up on... Happened a couple of times before and it never turned out well."

"Randall, as much as you'd like to believe you can hurt me, sadly, you can't. Not too many people can. But I swear I won't do that," Jacob took out God's Warrior, aimed, and fired, hitting all seven cans with one bullet each.

"I know I can't hurt you. It'd take a miracle, which is something I'm a little short on right now. I'm saying it never ended well for me." He sighed, shaking his head. "How's Josh?"

"More than a miracle, son. More than a miracle. Josh is doing fine. More than fine, actually. He's a damn natural," Jacob was smiling when he said that. True, Josh was awesome at what he did. But so was Randall.