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Ray trundles down the stairs from his room; he's got his proton pack on over his winter civvy jacket, and he's carrying another. There are a few pairs of black heavy gloves sticking out of his pocket and there's a plastic sack dangling from one arm. "Right this way, Miss Lehane, right this way..."

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Ray grins as the proton beam rips into the target. Bits of blackened foam spew everywhere, flaming briefly and dying as little charred embers before they hit the ground. The target itself- what remains of it- makes a very impressive if horribly synthetic-smelling flame. "Nice shot!" Ray calls.

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Faith whoops in reply.

"This thing is great!"

She knows what she wants for Christmas now.

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"Isn't it, though?" Ray smiles fondly as he unhooks his. "And that was only on quarter stream. The foam doesn't need much more provocation to explode. This is what you get when it's cranked up to about eight or so..."

He fires. Target? What target? There's a smoking hole...

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Faith jawdrops.

And stares.

"...Ray, if I wasn't taken, I would have my way with you right here."

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Ray lifts his thumb from the switch.

"Not that I don't appreciate the offer, but I'm taken too," he says. "Glad you approve, though."

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"It's great."

Faith is beaming.

"Thanks for letting me have a go."

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"Any time," Ray says. "If the need and the situation both arise in the fight, you might as well have an idea of what to expect from the thing, you know?"

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Faith nods.

"Nothing I can't handle."

Slayer mighty. Rar!