Shooting Range
John was probably the second-youngest human on the base, not that many people actually paid attention to that. He was also the tallest. And most clearly a redneck. Not that this really bothered the Transformers – unless, of course, John happened to be with Ironhide in the shooting range. That was usually when they got into my-gun-is-bigger-than-yours arguments that usually resulted in John running for his life across the base, laughing the entire time.
At the moment they were having a contest. Jazz and Rumble were judging, if only to keep a fight from breaking out. John lifted his shotgun and braced it against his shoulder. Three shots, one to the left of the bulls-eye, one just above that, and one to the right. Ironhide snorted. "Nice shots – if you're aiming behind the target."
"Oh, shut up. It's great grouping." John shot back, completely unfazed. "Besides, there's a wind. Let's see how well you do."
"On that target? I'd blow it away in one shot."
"Use your own, glitch-head!"
Ironhide laughed and shot off his own rounds from his plasma cannon. All three shots hit within centimeters of each other, and all three hit above the bulls-eye. Ironhide made a face while John laughed at him. John turned to the judges. "What y'all think? My game or his?"
Rumble glanced at Jazz. "You know, I could always make the targets disappear into the ground." he said hopefully. "Then they both lose."
"Yes, but then Ironhide will use you as a target." Jazz pointed out. "And you wouldn't survive one hit."
"Pit."
Before anyone could deliver a verdict, a small eighteen year old girl with dark hair cut military style walked up. Heather pulled her 9 mil from its holster, took careful aim, and fired three rounds into John's target. All three rounds hit the center of the bulls-eye, one right on top of the other. She lifted the gun and mimed blowing smoke from the barrel. Tossing a smirk at John, she calmly reholstered the weapon and walked off. John stared at her.
"It's not nice to show off!" he shouted.
"It ain't bragging if you can do it!" she shot back with a grin.
Jazz and Rumble exchanged looks before busting out into laughter. Ironhide and John glared at them. Jazz was doubled over, holding on to his knees while Rumble was braced against him to keep from falling down. Ironhide growled. "Just what the pit is so slagging funny?!"
"'Hide." Jazz gasped out. "You just got your aft handed to you by a girl!"
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An: Okay, I'm not sure if that's funny, or if I'm just tired. Either way, this one spawned from a comment John made about how well he would get along with Ironhide, since 'Hide is trigger-happy and John loves shotguns. This is what my exhausted mind came up with.
