As I walked in, a few of the Guardsmen looked up at me. I nodded at them, and they responded in kind, before turning back to the range. The message was loud and clear: there would be time to socialize later. Now was about seeing it through the next firefight. With that in mind, I stepped up to an empty lane, looking over my deece as the target came up. Soon enough, I found the relevant parts: the safety, the fire-select, and the mag release primarily. Those found, I switched off the safety, put the weapon in semi-auto, and set about refining my aim. It was rough at first. Blind luck and adrenaline had served to make me far more accurate in my first firefight than I was now. Still, I had the basics of the stance and the mentality, so I had something to build on. I'm not sure how long I was in there, but when the Corporal finally came to get me, there were several empty mags laying around me and my arms felt somewhat heavy. Considering my fairly slow fire rate, that meant a considerable amount of time had passed. In that time, however, my aim had gotten much better. One might even say I was approaching competence. A quick check at the counter to the side showed I had somewhere around 70-80% accuracy. Hopefully it'd be enough. I turned to my CO. "Sir."