"Good work on the deal!" they hollered as I entered the range. All dressed up, muffles over their ears. They had no clue that I would've heard them if they'd spoken a lot less loudly. Some patted my back; others looked at me with silent appreciation or contempt. I was not their favorite, but they'd have no option but to get used to me 'cause I was going to hang around for quite a long time and they knew it.
Looking around the large expanse of the place, I spotted Anthony right at the edge of the range. There was no one around him. I believe he preferred it to be that way. His goggle covered eyes never left his target as the bullets punctured through the air in quick succession.
