The next morning, a series of gunshots cracked the early silence, jerking Damian awake. His reflexes kicked in as he grabbed his Glock .50 and instinctively rolled out of bed, crouching by his bedside. But after a few moments, he noticed there were no screams or hurried footsteps, just the steady rhythm of gunfire.
Confused, he crept to his window and peered outside, quickly recognizing Slayer at the backyard range, unloading rounds into a set of targets without any care for the noise. Damian sighed with relief, lowering his gun, then threw open the window and shouted, "Hey! I'm trying to sleep here!"
But Slayer, wearing noise-canceling headphones, didn't even flinch. Damian rolled his eyes, threw on some clothes, and trudged downstairs. As he reached the backyard, he noticed everyone else already up and relaxed—Chris and Sparrow were lounging with beers, while Grace busied herself with breakfast nearby.
