Maybe not quite as out of practice as Wash had thought he was. Then again, he's pretty familiar with how hard it is to escape their training, how easily it all comes flooding back, especially when there's nothing else that feels right.

Another shot, a little closer, harrying him. It's a little like a game, testing to see what he can still do, if he's changed that much since he betrayed them. Bitterness he'd thought was long dead along with York and North and the others returns, and it's not just playing anymore, it's anger.

The clatter of rocks draws his fire, more intent this time, Control be damned.