Sorry for the short chaoter.
L.L.A.P
~Laces
Chpt.7
We quickly went to training. Today was target practice. We traveled down to the basement where we always trained, and Jason set up some targets with bull's-eyes. I had to shoot from the other side of the room, which was relatively large. Also, just to make things more difficult, my targets were empty 15 ounce soup cans.
First, I tried a hand gun, and hit the target dead center. Hand guns were my best. I then used a riffle. I still hit the target, but it was off slightly to the left. I then tried some other guns, and a never missed the target. I knew that I should of started to memorize the names of the guns, but I was just to busy. Okay, that's an excuse. I was really just to lazy. I've already done a lot, training's never easy.
"Hey, J.T?" I inquired while walking back to the apartment room.
"Yah?"
"Do you think that people get suspicious hearing gun shots in the basement?" I questioned.
"It's Gotham, of course not." Jason laughed. I nodded my head. That should have been obvious to me. Good ol' Gotham.
Once we entered the apartment, Jason quickly pulled out the map that Tiffany gave us.
"So today is the fifteenth of September." Jason stated.
"9, 15." I said, looking at the map. I then spotted the location. "There." I pointed at the area.
"An old billiards place." Jason informed, his voice sounding shocked.
"Old? So is it abandoned?" I inquired.
"No." he answered, shaking his head.
"You sounded shocked." I stated.
"Because I am. I used to go to this billiards hall all the time, and I doubt the owner would let some crazy cult hang out in his place." he explained.
"You know the owner?"
"Yah, I went to the place so much I became a well known guest."
"So, is tonight a mission for Red Hood, or Jason Todd?" I questioned.
"Both, and I need your help too. I have a plan.
