They Do Not Realize 03

>14 September 20XX
>Zdravstvuj, journal.
>Been a week now, and classes have begun to pick up.
>So far, everything has been going well, sorta, and thought to update my thoughts.
>MK18 and Beryl have been good friends, and the rest of the classmates are okay.
>Of things that have happened, this is what I feel like writing down.

() “…and when you factor in the mass of the 55-grain bullet, its trajectory becomes…”
The lesson today was regarding the introduction of the physics of a bullet fired from a rifle.
Many of the rifles in the class found the lesson to be boring, due to theoretical nature of what was being taught.
Beryl would keep at a steady pace, but sometimes her wandering eye got the best of her.
Looking towards Vepr, she took great care into listening as intently as possible, however, trying to maintain minimal distractions, and only looked up from her notebook to look at the board.
MK18 would shoot back and forth between jotting down notes rapidly, followed by lazily twirling her pen.

() “…and what would the final range of the bullet be, given these values?”
The only sounds after the question that could be heard were the sound of pencils scratching at the paper, followed by silence.
() “No one? If I did not know you all, I would have mistaken this class to be made up of suppressed rifles. Very well, you, SIG 550, you are more suited to this, what is the answer to the question?”

“Sir, the bullet would have landed 400m when it left the barrel, sir.” Vepr responded in the monotone and respectful manner of which the teacher demanded his students adhere to.
() “Yes, that would be correct…I was teaching this class to a room full of submachine guns.” The teacher responded in his usual cold and snide manner. “Do it again, and give me the exact range to the 100th decimal, in addition to any horizontal changes due to wind by the end of class.”

Small chatter in the classroom began to pickup from the sound of the pencils. G36 gave a snicker, while Beryl and MK18 could only give a look of sorrow to their friend. The rest of the class was a mix of anxiety that they may be next or relief they were not call on.

() “Any more chatter, and the rest of you will also repeat what SIG 550 is also recalculating.”

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>”Blyat! Blyat! Blyat! Blyat!”
Gunfire rang in quick rapid-fire blasts mirroring Vepr’s cursing.

* “Kurwa, SIG, you up there?”
Below the large tree Vepr was sitting on, MK18 and Beryl were below waving at her.
“Hoi.” Replied Vepr, now taking a deep breath and focusing on the target. The feel of the wind blew gently on her exposed wolf-like ears, bringing with it relief from the stuffy hat she wore.
- “Whatcha doing?” yelled MK18, appearing below Vepr across on another branch.
*bang* “Just shooting the target 397.45m away, adjusted for 153cm of wind deviation.”
-“Wanna come down and shoot with us down here? It’d be nice to see you.”
*bang bang* “sigh; sure, just give me a minute to get down.” Vepr grabbed her hat on an adjacent branch, concealing her wolf-like ears, wrapped the strap on her gun-self around her chest, and began to climb down.

When Vepr reached ground, Beryl launched herself right into her.
* “Kurwa, sorry you had bad day, SIG! Teacher is rude!” said Beryl, as she was rubbing her head on Vepr’s chest.
“Hoi, I’m alright now. Just…venting.” rubbing Beryl’s head.
* “Kurwa, really?” moving herself very close to Vepr’s face
“Y-yeah. Umm…” MK18 was standing not too far, looking away blushing with her eyes darting back to where Vepr was shooting and the two.
A bit of a devilish smile crept onto Vepr’s face as she looked right at MK18.
“Oh Beryl, you’re so sweet!” announced Vepr in a higher pitched tone, as she wrapped both arms around Beryl’s head, smothering her between her bosom while rocking from side to side.
Vepr’s strength overpowered Beryl’s attempts at escape from the large handguards, leaving her to flail until she could move no longer.
Vepr hopped up, arms outstretched and running towards MK18.
“Come here, MK! You are also so sweet!”
- “….! No! stay bac-“
However, the carbine wasn’t fast enough, distracted from what happened earlier, and now was in the tight grip of Vepr.
As with Beryl, Vepr’s powerful arms embraced MK18 with such force that the little sneak could not break free from. Only after MK18’s struggles stop did Vepr let go, causing MK18 to fall onto the ground, completely red in the face.

After a minute of the two lying on the ground, Vepr was in the prone position, bipods deployed, and back to aiming at the target. MK18 grabbed some binoculars, looking at the target Vepr was aiming.
- “Hey, gonna spot for you, a‘right?”
Vepr gave a thumbs up, and went back to position. Vepr let out a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
- “4 inches, 4 o’clock”
Vepr too another deep breath out and fired another shot
- “3 inches, 11 o’clock”
Vepr took another deep breath out, and began to depress the trigger. At the last moment, she slacked her trigger, and let out a deep sigh of defeat.
- “Yo, SIG, what’s up?”
“I just don’t know. Something about me just feel wrong from the get go.”

In that moment, Vepr was suddenly lifted from the ground.
* “We move closer then and make you better, kurwa!”
Looking down, her feet were being dragged in-between Beryl’s legs. To Vepr’s embarrassment, Beryl was also using Vepr’s handgards as leverage to keep her propped up.
“Beryl, would you mind releas- YEE AAAAAH!”
* ”Kurwa, your handguards really are big!” exclaimed Beryl, now groping Vepr.
- “Oooh, really? Lemme be the judge of that.” Said MK18, flexing her hands in a grabbing motion.
“STOP!”
But Vepr’s protests fell on deaf ears as MK18 gave her a squeeze with a mischievous look. However, it soon disappeared into a look of disappointment as MK18 felt her own afterwards.
- “Grrr, size doesn’t matter anyway!”
* “Kurwa, jealous of SIG and Beryl?”
- “NO! Everyone at my old base said I was cute! Hmpf”
“Can you put me down Beryl?”
* “Kurwa! Beryl forgot” Unceremoniously, Beryl let go on Vepr, dropping her on the ground face first by accident.
* “Kurwa! Beryl is sorry! Don’t be mad at Beryl!”
Getting back up, Vepr dusted the dirt off, and continued walking forward. “Let's just get to the 300m mark already.”

At the 300m mark, Vepr plopped herself on the ground, and drew her gunself at the ready. MK18 crept up from behind and placed her hands on Vepr’s shoulders.
- “Hold on there, SIG, take some deep breaths.” Vepr lowered her rifle, while MK18 began to massage Vepr’s shoulders a bit.
- “Damn, you’re feeling pretty wound up. Gotta relax a bit. Just breath for a minute, while I give you my base famous massages.”
“Just no happy ending.”
- “OH YOU!” MK18 replied, flustered. “Hmph, you need to stop being so snarky, else you’ll end up just like G36.”
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude to you two.” And Vepr let out a sigh.
- “There we go, girl. But what’s really bugging you? And don’t try to hide it, I can tell this is running deeper than some lame classroom question.”
“Expectations. Feels like that I have to perform more exceptionally for long range than anyone else, due to what I am-Ooooh, right there.”
- “I can’t exactly say I know how you feel, but you should learn to care less. Don’t think I haven’t seen you practice when you get the chance. I know you got it, you put in more than those stuck up HKs, who think themselves queens here.”
* “Kurwa, MK18 is right! You smell of gunpowder more than almost everyone here!”
- “Alright, I’m done! Now go and blow that target dead center!”

Vepr cracked her neck, deployed the bipods, and lay in the prone position. Looking through her sights, she took deep breath in and out. With the recital dead center and breathing at a standstill, she pulled the trigger.
- “Huh, Beryl, check it.”
* “Kurwa! Center!”

> ”Thanks to my two great friends, I feel like I’m more at ease, and should be able to blend in better.”
> “I just hope they do not realize that I am actually a vepr.”