From part 3, "Tenshi Muyou--No Need for Angels". Very, very 
slight spoilers, if you're keen of mind. (I would have posted something from 
part  2, but there wasn't anything from it, really, that would not have 
ruined the story....)


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  Misato was impressed. Although Asuka's synch readings were still the same
as usual this evening, give or take one or two percent, her aim was...

  *BLAM* "Ha! Dead center!"

  ...more or less perfect. _That_ meant that it was Asuka herself making
significant improvements. Kind of scary, actually.

  "Wow, Asuka," said an awed Touji, "you're doing great!"

  "Indeed," added Rei.

  "Huh? What?" Asuka turned EVA-02 to face the others. "I wasn't--"

  *BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM*

  "--listening. Oh."

  The outline of Unit 01's head--including its horn--was neatly punctured
into the wall behind it. Right next to the leftmost bullethole was the
control room. There was a complete, utter lack of movement.

  "Sorry about that."

  Shinji grew a sweatdrop.

  EVA-01 grew a sweatdrop large enough to fill up a good sized jacuzzi. Or
two.

  A total and absolute silence marked the following few seconds, broken
quickly by a slight whimpering sound from somewhere.

  "Ah, Asuka, maybe you want to put the rifle down for a few moments?"
Misato flicked off the comm switch, eyes wide. "She was _distracted_ and
she managed to do that?" She turned to the others. "I can't...hello?"

  Maia peeked her head over the back of her chair, behind which she was
cowering.

  "Is she done yet?"

  "A-Asuka," wavered Shinji's voice, "whatever it was that I did to you,
I'm really, _really_ sorry. Could--could you point that someplace else?"

  "Not at me! Hey! HEY!" EVA-00 scampered...well, lumbered around to avoid
the potential line of fire.

  Ritsuko picked herself up off the floor. "That was...interesting. Very.
Hyuuga?"

  Aoba sat up. "I think he hit his head again. He's out cold and mumbling
'Mommy, Mommy'...oh, damn, he's going to need to change his pants, too."

  "Sorry, sorry! I'll put on the--"

  *BLAMBLAMBLAM*

  "--safety?"

  This time, Misato had also thrown herself to the floor. She sat up,
wincing. She hit the comm switch and said, "Touji-kun, there's no need to
keep praying out loud. She's out of ammuni--"

  *BLAM*

  A bit of glass went *tinkle*.

  "Remind me," came Misato's muffled voice from beneath the computer
terminal, "never to say _anything_ at all. Ever."

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Andrew Huang, at home, and without ethernet