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"Yeah, that. I was getting to that, I just couldn't phrase it right."

"So, now that you have the two points down, why not give it a try? Hit that can over on that tree," Jacob had his Thompson ready to shoot the other one on the left branch, and he would show how good he was.

Randall looked at the can a moment, then shifted the sniper rifle to his shoulder and took a look through the scope. Taking a deep breath and getting accustomed to the weight of the gun, he fired.
A piece of bark next to the can came off and he reloaded quickly- the can came down in the next shot.
"Eh," was all Randall said, slightly annoyed with himself.

Jacob put the gun up to his face, and fired the second he got the can in sight. It flew off, dead center. He knew some tricks. Then he fired again, and shot it in midair.

"Don't wait. You aim, and the second you get it in sight, fire. Hold your breath while aiming, though. Helps,"

"Alright. There more cans somewhere or are we gonna have to replace them? 'Cause, uh, I'm tall but I can't exactly reach that high."

"A hundred of these cans are all over the place. Go find them, and you have 200 rounds left. I'll be checking on Josh, but I'll be back. Enjoy," And Jacob walked off to see what Josh was doing. As far as he was concerned, Josh was doing fine. And he watched him work with Corinth.

Randall shrugged and slung the rifle across his shoulder, padding off silently to go find the other hundred cans.

Josh was pacing in front of Corinth commiting things to his capable memory. It was a little strange since he walked with a limp, but it was something he always did when he was deep in thought.

"I probably could fix that limp of yours," Corinth said, taking notice to the limp. He had seen worse things happen after injuries, and he supposed he might be able to fix it.

"What, this? This happened a year or two ago, it's already healed," Josh told him, lifting his jeans leg to show him the scars. "I think I'm always gonna walk with a limp for the rest of my life, unless there's some way to fix it nobody but you knows about."

"If you have a limp, it didn't heal correctly. In other words, it needs to be fixed, and I don't know whether or not you want it fixed," Corinth took a look at the leg. If there was a bone that didn't heal right, he wouldn't touch it. But if it was anything else, he might be able to fix it.

"Well," he said as he sat down to think, "I remember the jaws of the thing bit down to the bone, gave it more of a splintering kind of break, I think. The muscle got shredded up pretty good where the teeth things went in and I think it even got ripped off the bone at certain parts... I don't remember a whole lot except that it hurt like hell and it was really really cold so I almost froze to death there in the snow." He traced the scars with a finger, studying his leg.

Corinth opened his mouth, and put out his tongue. Then he pointed into his mouth and made a gagging noise, before shaking his head. He had seen worse, but while they were showing scars... He lifted up his shirt, pointing to ten bullet hole scars in his gut, and three in his chest.

"See those? I got those my first day. Little buggers shot me up like hell,"

Josh winced sympathetically at the scars, resisting the urge to reach out and feel them. "That musta hurt... Got lucky, didn't you?"

"Go ahead. You can touch them. Yeah, they hurt a helluva lot. But ask Jacob about HIS scars. He's got some nasty ones," Corinth said, and gave him a moment to feel the scars. They did feel weird, and thank god they didn't hurt.

"Oh yeah, Coor's right. I got some u-u-ugly ones here," And Jacob smiled, looking at them.

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?"