Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 54

"Garrett, let’s go check it out," said Duncan, the commander of Eastern District.

With that, Duncan turned on his heel and headed for the door with Garrett, leaving the other two to their squabble.

"These two never play by the rules..." muttered the commander of Western and Southern Districts.

Those remaining in the conference room exchanged puzzled glances, wondering why the commanders had left halfway through the meeting.

"Danielle, you’ve got killer aim. Care for a match against me and Elliot?" Justin asked cheerfully.

’We’re not done yet? I bet there’s still more to come later, Danielle thought.

"How about a friendly match?" Elliot chimed in.

Knowing her exceptional marksmanship, he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to see her in action.

Danielle sighed inwardly. ’How could I say no? He’s my dear brother.

"Sure." Danielle nodded.

The group moved from the combat arena to the shooting range. Some soldiers were still absorbed in the earlier sparring match, unable to snap out of it.

Others buzzed with anticipation, speculating about Danielle’s shooting skills. After all, the sparring match had been electrifying, and now they were certain Danielle’s marksmanship would be just as impressive. Otherwise, the bosses wouldn’t have proposed a competition.

"Plain old shooting is boring. How about we blindfold ourselves? Let’s see who’s got the best aim," Justin proposed.

"Great! I’m in," Maximus said, his excitement barely contained. One by one, they stepped forward. First up was Luke, who covered his eyes with a blindfold and raised his gun. Relying on his muscle memory, he fired, hitting dead center. Five more shots followed, each finding its mark with the same precision.

Cheers erupted from the Lion Assault Squad. "Captain Marsh!"

"Not bad, Luke. Your aim keeps improving," Justin said, getting his gun ready.

"Go, Captain Guerrero! You’re the best," cheered the Tiger Assault Team.

Calm and focused, Justin put on the blindfold and cocked his gun. He fired three rounds, all hitting the bullseye.

Next came Maximus, his aim as sharp as theirs, hitting every mark.

Impressed, Danielle raised an eyebrow. ’Seems like one must have some serious chops to be a special forces captain, she mused.