"Can I take the shot dad?" Jack asked his father, Roger, excitedly, his hands slightly tightening on his rifle as he started to grin big, leaning against the rail of the 2nd floor of the Plaza they were in, pushing his red beanie out of his eyes as his younger brother Thomas nervously fiddled with his own rifle as he couldn't want to shoot a human being. Roger scoffed at his sons excitement. "That 72 meter shot is an easy shot for you, Jack."