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Somewhere, deep in the snow, a man is having fun. Clad in red clothing, but nearly covered in the snow, so as to appear white, Nathan is carefully aiming as a missile hurtles toward him. With only seconds to go, he fires, and the missile explodes into white puffs, which blow away in the snow's winds. He grins and, as he had before, focuses his telekinesis to call up another snowball, this time sending it arcing up and away.

He lifts the weapon in his hand again and adjust the controls, then fires, and the snowball, 30 yards away, and moving fast, is clipped, and spins away. He growls at that and re-calibrates, then sends another snowball hurtling. Another wait, aiming, tracking, and firing, and the ball disintegrates as the force beam reaches out and hits it square on. Nathan laughs. A nice day today. Not only is this fun, but the gun, which had been a failure and a pain in the ass for years, is finally working!

A few more of these, he decides, and he might head inside for a beer.

Maybe.

For now, another snowball hurtles up and away, on a new trajectory, and he begins to aim...