Pop Pop. Pop Pop. Pop Pop.
The pistol's slide locks open as the last bullet leaves the barrel. Brass casings fall to the floor below, pinging against the concrete surface. Lorens tilts the gun to confirm that the magazine is spent. He releases the slide lock, deroosters the hammer, drops the magazine and sets the articles down on the table. Though he wasn't counting, Lorens imagines he's fired at least a hundred rounds today. Shadows cast by the targets downrange stretch ever longer across the landscape as the sun sinks further below the horizon.
That's probably enough for today.
Content with the day's plinking and eager to see everyone's safe return, Lorens quickly fills the magazine, slides it back into the pistol, engages the safety and holsters the firearm. He gives the PPE back to the armory attendant and briskly walks back to the main complex.
Lorens stops by the rec room and peeks through the doorway. Inside, he finds Captain Tippy, the big guy from Djuriskas, the Kintharian lady with the chic bob cut, and another figure facing away, whose appearance is uncannily familiar.