Usual disclaimers apply.
One range.
Two cops. Two targets.
Lisbon dons her ear defenders and steps forward, positioning herself in the perfect spot. She relaxes on the out breath, moving into the moment. Poised. Alert. Perfectly aware.
Cho steps into his booth. No emotion. Nerves of steel. Analytically, he chooses the best line and raises his gun. Perfect concentration and absolute focus.
In the gallery, Rigsby and Jane are watching. Rigsby turns to his companion.
"Bet you 20 bucks that Cho beats Lisbon."
Jane grins, shaking his head.
"Too hot for me, Rigsby. No bet."
The two guns fire in unison.