Tyler propped his rifle up, firing practice rounds down range. The paper and steel targets that he had set up taking the rounds. Aimming for the center of mass like he was taught too. Crack after crack again and again. He wanted his aim dialed in, he had a tool kit right beside him to make adjustments to make sure the rifle shot where he wanted it to shoot.

When Oakley joined him he gave her a little salute he kept rattling off shots. He stood too and gave Nikolaj a salute too. He grinned at Oakley, "Wind kicked up I think." He set a screwdriver to his barrel, tapping it to one side. He smiled brightly. The next shot was right on point. A perfect ten, boring a 5.56 round hole right through center mass. He grinned and kissed the side of the rifle, "And now it's like the Creator himself will guide my rounds." He pumped a fist. Unloading the main rifle he loaded some practice rounds into the MASS. Walking up close to another target he flicked off the safety, and fired four quick rounds, bang bang bang bang. Leaving four large holes in the target, grinning he smiles, "It works." He struck a pose playfully. And grinned back at the others on the firing range.