The perplexing circumstances that led to B.J being paired with a rookie left him in a state of bemusement and mild frustration. As he reluctantly descended to the shooting range, the unusual choice of location for a mission briefing added an extra layer of peculiarity to the situation. The sharp sigh escaping his lips hinted at his internal disquiet, unsure of what awaited him in this collaboration with the inexperienced recruit.

Upon reaching the shooting range, B.J was greeted by an emptiness that echoed with the rhythmic percussion of gunfire. Amidst the echoing rounds, a lone figure emerged, fully immersed in the act of discharging a Schockhammer with methodical precision. The continuous discharge reverberated through the otherwise vacant space, marking the presence of the one person who awaited B.J's arrival.

The rookie, absorbed in their relentless practice, seemed undeterred by the solitude of the shooting range. B.J's seasoned eyes scrutinized the dedication and focus exhibited by the newcomer, silently acknowledging the potential beneath the surface. The Schockhammer's thunderous report served as a prelude to the forthcoming collaboration—a fusion of experience and raw talent that awaited its moment of synchrony.