Bull had given standing orders that station personnel were to secure fish from any down-time gate that opened. What would happen if they couldn’t get permission to ship the beasts to an up-time research facility? …
Kit had visions of shopkeepers like Keiko buying shotguns.
Knowing Bull, he’d order an enormous fish tank constructed somewhere in the Commons and stock it with several thousand fish, then sell tickets to the feeding shows and lectures. Kit grinned. Sounded like a good subject for a quiet bet or two.
He finished his lunch and headed downstairs to the weapons ranges. Margo was just getting started with Ann when she glanced up. She flushed when she saw him.
”Hi,” he smiled, trying to sound friendly.
”Hi.” Her closed expression said “I resent you checking up on me.”
Well, that was exactly what he was doing and he had no intention of backing down.
”Hi, Kit,” Ann said with a friendly nod. “Have a seat.”
”Thanks.” He settled on one of the benches at the back of the range and slipped in foam hearing protectors.
Ann started Margo off with a relatively “modern” topbreak revolver, double-action, very similar to the one Malcolm said she’d been unable to use in London. Margo donned eye and hearing-protection equipment. Ann did the same and ran out a target, then said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
Margo took her time and placed five of the six on the paper-but nowhere near the center.
”Front sight,” Ann said patiently. “concentrate on the front sight.”
Margo opened the action and dumped out the spent brass. “I thought the whole sight picture was important.”