Marcia entered the physical training room with a gun.

She was so sick and tired of the previous day's virtual reality sims that she just wanted to bust something. She opened her gun up, took some bullets out of her pocket, and then fed the bullets one by one into the gun's ammo chamber with enthusiastic hands. 

[i]Gosh, it's been a while since I've used a R68... but today I'm just gonna unload it on some practice target. There is nothing more satisfying than destroying something with real lead bullets.[/i]

She looked around, searching for a good practice target. She saw Corporal Damien and Drachen standing besides one of the practice targets. [i]Nope, not that one.[/i] And then she found one of the training dummies that had bright targets painted on it. She inhaled, then walked to a distance of twenty feet, aimed, then pressed the trigger.

BANG!

She missed. One of the bullets struck the wall directly behind the dummy, totally missing the practice target. A scattering of metal-to-metal sparkling impact careened off the walls.

She fired, again.

BANG!

Missed, again. This time, the bullet struck one of the walls in the back, with more sparks.

She fired, again!

BANG!

Missed, again.

[i]Gosh, I can't aim, today. My mind is just too filled up with crap that I can't even think well. And I'm supposed to be a proud owner of a R68?[/i] "You're going down, dummy!" She fired, again.

BANG!

This bullet smashed into the dummy's midsection, causing sparks to flare on the dummy's chest. The dummy took the hit like a punchbag and started wavering back and forth.

[i]Yeah! Yeah![/i] "I got em'!" said Marcia, smiling at the two men in the room. "Hey corporal! I finally hit! Yay me! Am I good or what?" 

She fired, again.

BANG! BANG!

One hit. One miss.

She grinned. "Hey guys, I know I don't have the best aim -- but if i fire 5 times, I'm sure to hit at least two of them, right? It's all about numbers, right?"

[i]Yeehaw![/i] She kept firing. She emptied the clip in the general direction of the dummy, giving her some satisfaction after having hit the dummy at least three times out of 10. She smiled. Her day was getting better! She was feeling better. It was so satisfying... after a day of rummaging through VR sims and achieving nothing but getting totalled. The smell of gunpowder in the practice room reminded her that she was an active member of XCOM -- that she had power. It was enlightening.

"Yeah! Yeah!" She pressed the trigger. Nothing. She had no more bullets left. "Hey, you guys got some bullets for a standard R68? I wanna keep shooting!"