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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Rear Parking Lot → Countryside Road → Remote Firing Range
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Benny - [@Hippocamp] | James via Text - [@FacePunch]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Impatient → Excited → Badass [/center][hr][hr]

	Carmen awaited in her car as the song continued to play. She was already starting to finish up her PB&J before she felt her Samsung Galaxy S4 (with an Otterbox of course) vibrate within her pocket. She didn't care much for the whole "Brand New Phone" thing, often times that shit was expensive and way too vapid for her liking. She liked phones that did their job, and this one did its job just fine, though taking pictures with it was a bitch without using her reflex powers. Pulling out her phone, she hoped it was Benny, but instead it was James. Either way, she was happy to hear from him too. She pondered on his inquiry on whether or not Brenna was awake. [color=00aeef][b]"... Shit."[/b][/color] She whispered to herself as she tried to recall. She wasn't exactly paying much attention to Brenna, she was probably asleep by then, but she probably was gone too, she couldn't tell. Even though she didn't trust Brenna, in the past month she's gotten a little complacent in paying attention to her. Maybe she should do that more often now.

[color=00aeef][center][b]To: Spiderman
Well, I'm heading off to the firing range with a friend of mine, gonna fire off a load... of bullets. As for Brenna, I have no [s]ducking[/s] fucking clue. Why don't you go up there and ask her yourself, Peter Parker? xP[/b][/center][/color]

	She chuckled at that last line, she absolutely [i]loved[/i] referencing movies. As for the Firing Range, Carmen has told James that she found an old firing range a bit of ways up north of the Mayweather campus, but she never told him that she was responsible for building it, for fear that she would get in trouble for building that range on Mayweather grounds. With that done, she put her phone away and finished off her bag of Cool Ranch Doritos®, taking a sip of water so the stinky salty Cool Ranch shit won't stain her breath. She waited for a while for Benny to respond, before getting a text from him. She read it, and chuckled a bit at his reply as well. [b][color=00aeef]"That's my boy."[/color][/b] She said proudly as she waited for him, buckling her seatbelt and getting ready to go. Once she heard the car door open, she looked to Benny, seeing him in his trench coat and top hat. She thought it was both funny and badass at the same time, but before she could say a word, she saw Benny don those sunglasses in such a badass manner, she decided not to. 

	[b][color=00aeef]"Copy that.[/color][/b]" She said with a grin. [b][color=00aeef]"Click-it or ticket, your call, buddy!"[/color][/b] She said, warning him to put on his seatbelt, as Benny would be all too familiar with how much power the car has, and how much it can toss someone around. Turning the key from ACC to START, the car was brought to life within a split second, shaking a little as the large and powerful engine sprung to life. Immediately, she pressed on the gas, making the engine of the car [b]*RROOAARRR!!*[/b], signifying that she and Benny were gonna peace the fuck out. 

	[b][color=00aeef]"Alrighty, it's my turn with the radio. I wanna unleash my inner Jason Statham today."[/color][/b] Carmen said with an excited grin, changing the tune on her phone from her previously playing trap song to a more suitable track... an 80s synth-pop instrumental revival song called [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyZQUEMZlCU][i]King of the Streets[/i] by LazerHawk[/url]. Not only did Carmen have love for hip-hop, she had a soft spot for some of the badass 80s-style tunes as well. She can thank her pre-abusive father for that. And as soon as the song played, she shifted the car into gear. [b][color=00aeef]"Alright, let's do this bitch!"[/color][/b] 

	Almost immediately, she pressed on the gas pedal. Her car roared with energy, tires screaming in agony from the friction against the pavement in a [b]*SCREEEE!!!*[/b] before they started to gain their traction, Carmen screeching out from the parking lot, making a 180 turn before heading down through the driveway that led out to the front. While she drove, she passed the limosine that the Ikedas were in, not even paying much mind to them as she sped past them and out into the long country road ahead of them. It was then that the car really started to pick up speed, and Carmen was having a blast, as always.

	[color=00aeef][b]"WOWHOO!!!"[/b][/color] She cried out in sheer driving bliss, hearing her car roar as the gravity pulled both of them back towards the seats... the speedometer climbing from 30 MPH to 90 MPH in almost notime. The Cobra was a fierce car, and was not to be fucked around with. It reflected Carmen in a way, as she too was fierce and not to be fucked around with. The car was already at 100 MPH, cruising down the countryside road of upstate New York, travelling through Hudson Valley. This was a beautiful place, and Carmen loved it. A truck ahead of her was blocking the path and she was approaching it fast. With a soft pull to the left on her steering wheel, her car went into the opposite lane, and she passed it without a problem, returning back to the normal lane.

	[b][color=00aeef]"Hahaha!"[/color][/b] Carmen laughed, enjoying herself as the car started to slow down. They were approaching the dirt road that led to the shooting range she set up in that forest hill, the one that she and Benny set up and maintained regularly. She immediately performed fast hand-over-hand with her steering wheel, turning the Cobra onto the track with a drifting turn, getting onto the track seamlessly and driving through the dirt road at around 30 MPH. She blushed a bit. [b][color=00aeef]"Hehe... sorry about that, buddy. I... I couldn't resist. There's not enough times where I could unleash my inner Jason Statham."[/color][/b] She said with a soft chuckle, apologizing to her friend Benny with a reference to the Transporter series. [b][color=00aeef]"Did you wanna go do something after we're done?"[/color][/b] She asked, driving through the forest.

	Soon enough, she arrived at that hill. Parking her car at the dead end before it, she pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of her car, standing up. She looked across to the shooting range that she and Benny have been working on together. The range itself looked like an old and dilapidated one, and Carmen made it look like that on purpose so no one would suspect that she and Benny were the ones who built it. She made it look like it was a Redneck firing range by placing beer cans and shells for shotguns and revolvers she doesn't even own. Otherwise, with the help of Benny from earlier, she would've put up a corroded metal gun range sign to make it look like its been there forever. With a small wooden table and a barrel she found from the side of the road (and picked up with a stolen truck), she had the foundations of the firing range complete. In front of the table were various metal targets set up against the hill, as well as various mannequins placed in front of trees, marking a shooting course that involved both moving and running. There were signs of wear and tear on them, with so many bullet marks on both the metal targets and mannequins. Instead of replacing them, however, Carmen simply just taped paper over the targets so she'll know where the shots have landed. An easy, cheap, fast and simple solution.

	Carmen leaned in and pulled her chair forward, reaching into the backseat. Releasing a clamp from below it, the bottoms of the backseats clicked, and she pulled them up, revealing a hidden storage compartment filled with a few handguns, a few of her favored Remington rifles (that Benny got her earlier), a shotgun, lots of ammo for all of these weapons, a few tactical vests and a few armor plates as well. Stashed among them were a few smoke grenades and a few flashbangs as well, but they were for emergencies only. And stashed [i]below [/i]those was a large stash of illicit drugs and cash, but it was much less noticable than all of the weapons. Picking up a box of .45 ammunition and a bunch of paper and tape, she shut the compartment and closed the door to her Mustang with her butt, as her hands were full. [b][color=00aeef]"So what are ya in the mood to shoot today?"[/color][/b] Carmen asked Benny as she walked ahead towards the tables.