The most lowkey shooting range was located in the Subs. It was in a dilapidated building and didn't look much from the outside.
However, inside was a different story. Men in black polo shirts and blue pants assisted the customers coming in and out.
At the entrance, they only required the name and payment for a session inside. They weren't strict about asking for an identification card or listing every visitor they got.
It was why I chose the place. There was no fear of having my location tracked or giving my identity away.
I had to wait for Jace to get himself together. His headache took a while to get better but eventually, he managed to carry his head without needing any support from me. It was quite the ride.
I almost pushed him out of my car, and cream, never mind.
But his company was something I valued lately. It was like when we were in an assignment. Even though he was just a voice then, his presence comforted me.
