[He watches her with the safety equipment, reluctantly doing the same- the safety glasses over his ears, the earmuffs around his neck. It feels a little ridiculous, but he suppose if what she's offering him is as powerful of a weapon as she says it is, then the protection is warranted.
Cullen takes the gun, nodding quietly and turning it over in his hands. His fingers fumble a little- the gloves he's wearing are too thick, intended for holding a sword rather than a gun, and so he sets it down for a moment to remove them, laying them on the stand in front of the range.
Like this, the weapon is cool to the touch, and he looks it over, confused for a moment before finding the chamber release and pressing at it so it slides out. Cullen catches it, loading the gun with great care.]
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Cullen takes the gun, nodding quietly and turning it over in his hands. His fingers fumble a little- the gloves he's wearing are too thick, intended for holding a sword rather than a gun, and so he sets it down for a moment to remove them, laying them on the stand in front of the range.
Like this, the weapon is cool to the touch, and he looks it over, confused for a moment before finding the chamber release and pressing at it so it slides out. Cullen catches it, loading the gun with great care.]
A desert eagle. What does fifty caliber mean?