[It goes well, at first. Shaw has always been a battering ram, powering through things that should take her down, and this is apparently no different: as much as the Enclosure bothers her to the core, it doesn't kill her ability to get the job done. She might not be able to imagine herself ever kick back and relax in here the way most of the rest of the Barge seems to, but at least this is a strong sign that she'll be able to handle an emergency in here, if need be.
Until one particular target pops up: a board bearing the image of a tall, salt-and-pepper-haired man in a suit. It's not Reese. It doesn't even much look like Reese, superficial similarities aside. But the image sends a shockwave through her all the same, and she gasps, rocking backwards on her heels. You've killed fake Reeses before, and now it's time to do it again, her brain says. The Barge did this to mess with you, because it's not real: not the Enclosure, not anything outside of it, not any of it. You're still strapped to a bed right now, under Samaritan's control, and Greer is watching this on a screen, laughing at how well his torture is working.
She lifts her gun and sinks three shots into the target's center mass. The hesitation lasts only a few seconds, but a few seconds can mean the difference between life and death in a real combat situation, and Shaw knows that she's already failed her own test.]
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Until one particular target pops up: a board bearing the image of a tall, salt-and-pepper-haired man in a suit. It's not Reese. It doesn't even much look like Reese, superficial similarities aside. But the image sends a shockwave through her all the same, and she gasps, rocking backwards on her heels. You've killed fake Reeses before, and now it's time to do it again, her brain says. The Barge did this to mess with you, because it's not real: not the Enclosure, not anything outside of it, not any of it. You're still strapped to a bed right now, under Samaritan's control, and Greer is watching this on a screen, laughing at how well his torture is working.
She lifts her gun and sinks three shots into the target's center mass. The hesitation lasts only a few seconds, but a few seconds can mean the difference between life and death in a real combat situation, and Shaw knows that she's already failed her own test.]