Snippet #2530719

Jake nodded silently, shadowing Jeremy as he wandered the halls looking for the shooting range. "This guy seems to know what he's doing. More than I do, anyway." Jake mused, following in Jeremy's footsteps all the way to the shooting range. He hung back once they entered, trying to stay out of the way and be as inconspicuous as possible. Failing at that to a rather unfortunate degree, he resigned himself to looking around the room near him for something to do before stumbling on what appeared to be the remains of a hand crossbow with what seemed to be messed up internal components. Jake sighed gratefully at the distraction and reached down into his boot, flipping his knife open and getting to work disassembling the unfortunate weapon in his hands. Once the shots from Jeremy's gun died down and Jake felt himself sufficiently absorbed in his useless little task, he relaxed a bit. "The Pope outlawed these once upon a time, you know. Along with the standard slings and bows. There's a fair amount of debate over who invented the damn things as well. Standard crossbows, not hand ones. Those are narrowed down to somewhere either in or around China, I'm fairly certain." Jake droned monotonously, deftly laying out the internal mechanisms of the crossbow around himself.

Jake prodded a few parts of the crossbow with his knife, narrowing down the problematic components to a handful of parts and ultimately down to a single lever that had a tiny bend in the center. Jake nodded and rose to his feet, bustling over to the ammunition cabinet to rummage around inside for something to replace the bent lever. After a few minutes of rustling and a few irritated grunts, Jake pulled out a nondescript metal rod and flipped it round in his hand a few times. Seemingly satisfied with the size and shape of it, Jake returned to his pile of parts and set about replacing and reassembling the crossbow. Once the former pile of parts resumed it's normal form of a functional crossbow, Jake sat back against the wall and took a cigarette out of his pack. Popping it into his mouth and lighting it with a match, Jake took a few puffs and settled against the wall, staring into space once again. "I probably shouldn't have just burnt all that so carelessly. Might have needed that later and then where would I be? Stuck somewhere with the knowledge that there is now a perfectly functional hand crossbow sitting in a shooting range in Jackson. Wonderful." Jake thought somewhat bitterly, his eyes gradually unfocusing behind his sunglasses.