Ed and Al Elric watched Riza Hawkeye the way most people watched a dog they had thought to be friendly as it foamed at the mouth. She carefully affixed a photograph of Roy's smirking face to the target, then attached the target to the pulley system and sent it down the range.
"Okay boys, first lesson: You never point a weapon as something you don't plan on shooting." Riza said, adjusting her goggles before taking aim.
"Second lesson: Always aim for the center mass." She opened fire, peppering the target with holes that would be fatal on a man. "Always squeeze the trigger. Don't pull."
Ed looked down at Riza's bag and almost choked as he caught sight of the other pictures peeking out, waiting to be used as targets. They were all there… even him and Al.
"Edward? Are you paying attention?"
Ed's head jerked up sharply. Riza was looking at him, her gun pointed at the ceiling.
"Yes'm." the alchemist gulped.