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This one kind of strays away from the card suits, but it still has 'clubs' in it, so I believe we're all good.
"You missed another one." chuckled HUNK, arms crossed over his chest as he nonchalantly leaned against the wall watching Fang's handiwork with the moving targets. It was her goal to become a 'gun slinging expert' as she called it, thus she was practicing with a gun she hadn't touched before now, a rifle to be exact.
A Heckler & Koch PSG-1 rifle actually with (as Fang called it) the 'funky cross hairs.'
"Miss." he called out again and watched as she visibly twitched - though to anyone else it wouldn't have been noticeable.
"Shut up! I know!" she snarled, not looking up from the scope and taking aim at the next moving target.
In a bid of immaturity not often shown by the professional he suddenly shouted out "Miss!" as Fang pulled on the trigger - and low and behold, her aim jerked to the right and caused her to miss her intended mark by mere inches.
"Damn it, HUNK! I will beat you to death a club!" He let out a genuine laugh at the threat.