Enrique stood behind a group of five men firing at a set target about 50 yards away, he saw three shooters who were actually hitting the target the other two were hitting either too high or to much to the right. He walked over to the man on the end who was missing using a Winchester Model 70, his shots were landing just to the left of the metal drum Enrique had set at the end of the field. He tore the rifle out of the man's hands and brought it to his chest and cleared the chamber, the man looked up at Enrique and Enrique spat at the dirt next to him.

"You're a waste of ammo, space, and oxygen" Enrique said coldly, "You either learn to shoot right or you can leave, I dont give a damn what other people think if you cant kill a fuckin barrel you're no good to anyone."

The man stood up and puffed his chest out a bit, he looked angry and got somewhat closet to Enrique.

"And who are you to determine that?" The man said, "You're not the counsel, you've only just got here and you're gonna give me orders? How about I kick your ass right here and prove who's the waste of space?"

At this point a woman walked over to the pair, she was short with red hair, well filled out and with nice green eyes. Enrique stared as she walked over and put herself between the two pushing them apart, she looked at both of them and grabbed the rifle out of Enrique's hands. She put it in the mans hands with force and the man took a breath and got back to shooting.

"Dont toy with Arthur," She said quietly, "He's got a temper, and he's not someone to mess with. I'm Amanda, and we know who you are. You're the big bad Mexicano who's training up the scouts now, right?"

"I'm Puerto Rican," Enrique said with a smile looking down at her, "But I'm big and bad nonetheless. I'm only here to make sure Outpost is protected in the event of an attack, if your troops cant hit a fucking barrel with a hunting rifle then you should look into making them walker bait."

Her smile faded and she patted his shoulder and walked away, he grimaced realizing he had given off the cold vibe again. [i] Shit, gotta work on that [/i], he went back to the firing line and walked over to the second bad shooter. This one was a teenager, he couldnt have been over 16. He was using Marlin 336 hunting rifle, it was a fairly good rifle and shouldnt have been a problem. Enrique knelt down next to the kid and motioned for him to get up, the kid pushed himself up onto his knees and held the rifle across his legs. 

"Tuck your rifle into your shoulder, then tense your arms, exhale then squeeze the trigger." Enrique said calmly, "Dont waste ammo, just remember it only takes one shot to kill if your aim is true." 

"Thanks," The kid said with a nod and resumed the prone position. Enrique stood and walked back to a chair he had set up, he was still wearing his coat and reached inside of it pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a BIC lighter. He placed one in his mouth and lit it, he took a fairly sized drag and let the smoke slowly fall out of his mouth. He let out a small cough, he wasnt an avid smoker and sometimes it got tough.