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Clint Barton	Practice time again. Clint's in the gym at the Triskelion with his bow and quiver shooting targets. One arrow at a time, two, three, he tries to keep it interesting even if he's just standing and shooting. No flips or other stuff this time, it's pretty much just a cool down and a little shooting to clear his head. As he shoots, he has music playing over the speaker on his phone, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, "Californication" what can he say, he was a child of the early 2000s.
Skye Johnson	Folks probably don't believe that Skye travels anywhere without her laptop. They'd be wrong. At least today they would be. She has, in her own estimation, done just about everything she can prepare for the upcoming mission. Everything, that is, except relax. She's all shades and flavours of tense.. Which is, ultimately, what brings her to the training room at the Triskelion. Another thing folks would lose a bet over: Skye Johnson? Training in her free time? Willingly? Without a gun at her head? *gasp* Wonders, will they never cease? She does have her gun, though she's not dressed in full kit. Were this an actual exercise.. but it's not. Just some target practice, and some blowing off steam. Her companion is noted with a grin. "Hey, asshole, want to bring that sound into the same century as the rest of us?"
Clint Barton	"Whoa, what's that, I hear? Skye, in the training room? Someone call security, we've got an imposter! A bad one too, no laptop, dead giveaway," Clint says looking over at Skye while he blind fires an arrow into the center of the target. The jerk doesn't look back to check, he just knows it hit. "Also, the Peppers are timeless, thank you very much."
Skye Johnson	"Blah blah blah blah," Skye murmurs, "I see your lips moving, but I can't hear a word you say." She pauses to watch the shot, brow furrowing as he does, indeed, hit the bullseye dead centre, without even looking. "Fuck, how do you do that anyway? I can hit the target - had to to pass my certs - but jesus man, make the rest of us look bad, why don't you. I really need to get you into my house and show you what I can do." She makes her way over, and nods with her chin at the music, "Why am I not surprised you listen to shit like that?"
Clint Barton	"Wait is that a deaf joke?" Clint says eyes rounding with surprise, before he shakes his head and smiles. "Been checking up on me?" he asks. Yep, he's like 80% deaf, he just hides it well thanks to some Stark-tech hearing aids. "How do I do it? Like that old line about Carnegie Hall, practice, practice, practice. I didn't have much of a life as a kid, or now really, spent most of it shooting. And, me in your house would be... painful, I am so not a computer guy." The last gets a scoff. "And what do you listen to?"
Skye Johnson	Skye makes a face, one eye squinting up some, her scowl one of disbelief, "That's what you got out of that? A deaf joke? Why on earth would I make a deaf joke." With a shake of her head, her features relax. She reaches up and pulls her hair away from her face, and snaps the ponytail holder from her wrist about the locks, making them neat and tidy for a training session "As for checking up on you, nah. Just hit the point where I think I've done everything I can and anything more is just going to push me over the edge. So now I pace. Or, you know, blow off steam. Thought I'd get some targets in, and maybe some circuits in the gym. The comment about not beig a computer guy gets a trademark smirk, the young woman taking her gun and going through the safety check. "The whole point of you in my house is letting me show off for a change, hotshot. And actually, I like lots of music. Mostly giving you grief. Did the whole technopop and thrash thing. Some death metal. You know the stuff. Decided I liked my hearing a little too much and toned it down some. I was angrier back then."
Clint Barton	Clint just smirks when it turns out that it wasn't so much a deaf joke as just a joke. "Because," he sets up a shot. "I'm deaf?" he asks as he takes a shot. Bullseye. "Well, mostly." "Ah so the mysterious mission of mystery is all set huh? When's it going down?" he asks. Clint puts down the bow and moves over to Skye's spot on the range as she goes through the safety checks. If things were going to get loud it was probably best if they weren't shouting across the room at each other. "Well, odds are good I'm not even good enough to know how good you are, what I know about hacking mostly comes from that movie in the 90's. Still, I'm game to give it a shot, let you kick my ass up and down, whatever it is hackers kick asses up and down. The music choices are nodded to. "I did have a death metal phase, now though I mostly stick to the music I liked as a teenager, plus some stuff friends introduced me to."
Skye Johnson	"Seriously? You're deaf?" Skye arches a brow as she regards him with renewed consideration. "Could have fooled me. But, no. It was just a joke. I almost went another route, but that one sounded funnier to me at the time. Guess it wasn't." She shrugs. The gun checks out, and she returns the magazine to its proper place, setting the gun down on the shelf in front of her, that she might give Clint her attention while she gets her ear protection. Sure, you fire out in public without, but safety first and all that. "Oh, I wouldn't kick your ass. No point to it. Might teach you a thing or two. Thought you might like to see what's going to go down with the mission." She looks over, "Depends on the Director. But soon, I think. We need to get our teams set up and in place, and then it's go." Her ear protection is put on. "I like jazz and indie. The Peppers are just fine. Just a little grief for you." Unlike him, she has to actually be looking at the target to shoot. "Ears on, please."
Clint Barton	"Yep, since I was a kid, and it was still funny," Clint assures her. "Even more with you not knowing." Though he does sign 'jerk' to her as he chuckles to himself. "Oh, if it's a lesson then count me in, doubly so if I get to find out about the mission. So, what's the team about, all hackers or are you guys going in physically as well?" he asks. "Figured. Grief is sort of our thing," he grabs some ear protectors off the range wall and drops them over his ears and gives her a thumbs-up. "Ready when you are."
Skye Johnson	"her replies are saved until she's spent her rounds on the target. Each a precise squeeze of the trigger. She's not going for speed rounds here, just accuracy. And, truth be known, to get comfortable with the idea that she carries one of these around with her now. Like a cell phone, she needs to make it part of her package. her lethal lover so to speak. She's not a bad shot. Decent grouping. All within the inner circles. No strays. Not the precise cluster of singular 'hole' that some agents can produce, but not too shabby. Even if he can outperform her. Her target sheet is looked at with a considered nod, as she reaches up and tugs her ear protectors down to dwindle over her shoulders about her neck. "Teams aren't hacker teams. Hackers are Nat and I. The teams are strike forces. We're guessing where we might need them, and they'll be waiting go once we start to pull in information from the hack." He gets a grin, knowing she's feeding piecemeal to him. "First, I don't need to know sign to know what that meant. Or close enough. And grief doesn't have to be our thing. Not really."
Clint Barton	Clint watches the shots with an expert's eye. "Nice," he concludes when the hear protectors are pulled down again. "You'll be even better when you get used to having the thing around you. Still looking a little bit like you're afraid it'll bite you," he opines. Which can happen with the slide and all, but that's not what he means. He nods about the teams. "Gotcha, so you and Nat pull the data, then the strike teams go get the bad guys. So, which bad guys are we talking here? Hydra? AIM? Space aliens?" He chuckles at her remarks answering in sign before he switches modes back to speaking, "I mean, I have no Idea what you're talking about," he nods. "And sure, I'm open to other options besides grief."
Skye Johnson	Skye makes a face. She knows exactly what he means about 'biting'. "Yeah. I figured that's exactly what it looks like. I'm trying to break it in so I don't reek of new agent. I'm sure they spray us with something anyway. Probably put it in our daily showers." Still, she's satisfied with her performance. "Well, if you like grief, we can keep it up." For the moment she ignores the other topic on the table, and contemples her gun. "Another round? But figure if we're going to be friends we don't have to keep up the asshole act. It's fun and all, but not mandatory." The empty magazine is removed, and another is procurred. "Enh.. Not precisely Nat and I pulling data. It's a bit more complicated than that. And Hydra. You know that attack a couple weeks back?"
Clint Barton	"Yeah, they had me rig up the sprayers last week," Clint confirms with a knowing smirk. "And yeah, it's just about getting used to the thing. After the mission try to get to the range a bit more and it'll come." "I'm good with a little grief, it's sort of the language everyone speaks around here, but good with dropping the asshole act too and trying to be friends like normal people." He pulls up his ear protectors and nods "Sure, another round's good. And yeah, I know the attack you mean." He drops the protectors into place.
Skye Johnson	Skye nods, putting her ear protection back and shooting again. Faster this time. More a rapid series of shots than the measured pulls earlier. Her precision suffers -- but less than one might expect. She's a decently steady hand, and a good eye. And none of the bad habits many agents arrive with because of prior experience or watching bad John Woo movies. She's silent until she pulls the target back, looking at it with a grimace. "Okay. About what I expected. Well, maybe a little better than." He gets a nod as she pulls the ear protectors off fully this time, setting them on the ledge in front of her along with her gun. "Well, we don't have to be assholes to one another. A little grief goes a long way. And that's the attack I mean. They got into our mainframe and shut the system down. I returned the favour when I ran interference. As luck would have it, I was doing security clearances when the whole mess when down. I managed to insert some sleeper code back into their link."
Clint Barton	The lack of bad habits is noted. He'd seen a lot of the know-it-alls come through the range and they have a hard time letting go of what they'd learned. Blank slates do better every time. He pulls off the ear protectors and looks down range. "You've got the fundamentals, practice will take care of the rest." Setting his protectors on the rack he says. "Agreed," about the grief before he gives her a considering look. "So wait, you were running defense and offense at the same time basically? I am no expert, but that does sound pretty bad ass," he says with his lips tugging into a smile. "So, now you've got this code on the inside, and you and Nat are going to leverage that and complete the reversal, get into their system and steal their shit?"
Skye Johnson	Skye grins. "Defense, offense, and Director Fury. It was wonderful." But her amusement is shortlived. It was actually a very serious event, and like Nat, when it comes down to business, she's focused and nothing of the smartass he's seen her be. Though their training sessions up to now may have already clued him into that. "Nat and I are going to go in in two separate attacks. She's my decoy. I need them to think she's a serious enough attack to let me ride in on their defense unnoticed and active the sleeper code so that we can download as much of their data as possible. Then set off a codebomb that should shut them down for a decent amount of time." Though your mileage may vary on what a decent amount of time is. "The strike teams are to take out any cells we locate through the attack." She nods, looking thoughtful, before turning to take care of her equipment. Putting the headgear away. Accounting for targets and spent magazines. Re-aquiring ammo. "It's my baby. Fury gave me carte blanche."
Clint Barton	"No wonder he bumped you up to level two, that's some serious ass kicking right there," Clint says as he steps back to give her room to put away her gear. Something he's neglected to do so far. "Sounds like a solid plan, cool that Fury's letting you run with it. Any idea who's running the strike teams? I might just want to volunteer if they need people."
Skye Johnson	Skye's nose crinkles as she finishes her tasks and puts her gun back in its holster. "I was beginning to think I'd be in training forever. Not that I really blame them. I wasn't exactly a team player. And there was no reason to believe I would be up until this point." It's a serious look she gives him, "I'm not even sure how long the training period usually runs." Her gear put away, he's looked to to lead on. Probably back to put away his gack, or to watch him take more shots. "Maybe I was right on track all things considered." She can only nod at his comment about the plan. "I've been wracking my brain trying to think of all the ins and outs of what they m ight have there to ruin the plan. You wanted to know why I've been glued to the laptop? That's why. We get one shot at this. One. And if I've made a mistake, we all pay. As for the strike teams, it's my baby. You want on, I can put in a word. No clue where you'd be sent, but I'd be happy to have you on board." He gets a grin. "Seriously. Fury's words were anything I wanted at my discretion. Full access to all SHIELD resources. You're a resource, right?"
Clint Barton	Clint laughs, "I have no idea how long people are supposed to be trained to be honest, they just sort of gave me work and trained me as I went." He gives a shrug at that and the goes back to square his own gear away. Targets are disposed of, arrows and his bow are put away carefully in a duffle bag that he puts over his shoulder. "Sounds like you were if they've given you all this to run with," really it was impressive, his eyebrow raises with surprise when he finds out she's got command of the strike teams too. He nods. "Yes I am," he says of being a resource. "And yeah, count me in then, boss."
Skye Johnson	"Ooooo, boss, huh?" Skye laughs, but not before sighing again. "So that's what all the fuss is. Welcome aboard, by the way. Pick your team. You have have first choice of objectives. Knowing I'll kick your ass if you fuck up." Her lips press along an amused line. "And I should probably look into food. Yes. Yes I eat. Sometimes even without being forcibly made to. You're welcome to come along if you want, but it's probably just going to be the break room. I need to run a couple lines of code down again after just to be sure."
Clint Barton	"Yes ma'am," Clint confirms, grinning. "And yeah, it sounds like that's the deal, but Fury wouldn't have given you the op if he didn't think you could pull it off." At the mention of food he cocks his head a little and says, "Yeah, I can eat. Lead on, and you can fill me in on the rest of this mission."