Boomer left the meeting, eager to commence his morning ritual. He made his way to the firing range, ignoring the stares directed at both him and Kathleen, his 'supervisor'. He didn't fully understand why he needed a supervisor; Boomer could blow up things well enough on his own. Perhaps she was there to make sure nobody tried to bully him. But he didn't see the logic in that; the Brotherhood knew his past and knew he was capable of dealing with those who tried. Regardless, the organization had insisted he have a companion, and Kathleen was the one they chose. He didn't get why she was grumpy all the time; she should be elated to associate with a cunning mind like his.
Perhaps she was on her period.
He had heard of worse mutations.
In any case, they had reached the firing range, with the makeshift representation of the adolescent Tommy Perkins, one of his earlier childhood bullies. Tommy was no longer alive, of course; Boomer had dealt retribution to him and his wife. He hated to hurt innocent people, but it was most likely that Tommy was corrupting the woman as well, so it was no great loss. Boomer wrapped some explosive wire around the base of the dummy (haha he was a dummy) and walked back to the entrance of the firing range, whistling as he went. It gave him such joy everytime he reminded himself of his mission in life: to deal with oppressors. That's why he joined the Brotherhood, so everyone could be free and there would be no more bullies. When he reached Kathleen, looking on disinterestedly, he pressed the button on the detonator (he liked them red and large) and watched as the representation of the hated Perkins blew into what he estimated to be a kajillion pieces.
Kathleen watched Boomer's display in distaste. Why on earth did he feel the need to blow up effigies of one of his childhood oppressors every single damn day? And why on earth was she stuck with someone as mentally unstable as him? She rested on her gunblade, pondering the past. It had been nothing more than a demotion, being placed with this crazy midget. But what had she done wrong? She had no clue. Kathleen had done all of her missions according to instructions, and had gathered some key intelligence for the Brotherhood. And how was she rewarded? By playing nursemaid to a mentally unstable explosives expert. It almost made her want to go back to the Coalition of Sigma; but Kathleen knew that wasn't right. It just wasn't fair there. All the oppression...it made her sick. Even sicker than watching this display over and over. It was creepy, having to watch the little troll make these incredibly detailed figures, then blow them up thenext day. She sighed. While she was here, she had better get some practice with the so-called 'Boom Orbitars' Boomer had made for her. At least there were others supervising the shooting range to watch him. Not that he needed watching; he was still doing his five-minute-long victory dance.