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faltered.
“Do it again,” Brad said, laughing too hard. “Must have been a fluke.”
I reloaded and went again, slower this time. Tighter grouping.
Silence followed. Heavy.
One of the senior officers approached, eyes sharp. “Where did you train?”
“Where I was sent,” I said.
Brad cleared his throat. “She doesn’t usually shoot. I mean, not like this.”
Tiffany swung continue reading …
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