Catching the book thrown her way, Flossie Wright stood up and walked to the dormitory nearby.
Naturally, she arrived at the training fully armed, just in time.
"You're here too?"
While preparing for shooting practice at the range, Stuart Weston noticed Flossie in the vicinity. With a raised brow and a hint of curiosity, he called out to her.
"Hmm."
Flossie stood with her gun ready, her right eye tightly closed. She responded to him while aiming.
Stuart Weston's gaze was glued to Flossie as he rested his gun. He was closely observing her movements.
The cold wind blew, but Flossie remained unmoved, her icy gaze fixed on the sight of her gun.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
Without any adjustment time, Flossie immediately squeezed the trigger. The continuous sounds of gunfire mixed with others at the shooting range, becoming a blurred echo.
Once her round of ten bullets was done, Flossie set down her gun and prepared to leave without any hesitation.
