1.1

1.3K 40 3
                                    

1

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

1.1

FBI Academy - Quantico, Virginia

•  •  •  •

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Abigail pulled down her gun slowly as she took a pause. There was a moment of silence where she breathed before the sound of claps and cheers filled her ears. She took down her headphones and unloaded the gun before turning to her teacher.

"Perfect." He paused before looking to the silhouette with the gun shots in.

"If you're trying to kill someone." Abigail gulped and nodded.

"But in the field if they've shot my partner like you said very high chance they would shoot me next. Slightly injuring them with a shot in the shoulder, arm, leg or foot can still cause them to grab their gun and next shoot me. So the shots taken, is to save my life sir." The whole class fell silent as the teacher crossed his arms looking to the rest of her class.

"Browning, you're up next. Take Gideon's place." Eleanor looked to Abigail who shook her head before turning around, reloading her gun before slipping on her headphones and taking different shots, speaking where the shots would be going.

"Right shoulder." Bang.

"Left shoulder." Bang.

"Stomach." Bang.

As she spoke faster, her shots got faster, but never once faltered away.

"Left elbow." Bang.

"Sternum." Bang.

"Mono brow." Bang.

"Miss Gideon." Her teacher said sternly as the girl continued to shoot.

"Right hand." Bang.

"Forehead." Bang.

She put down her gun and her headphones before taking down her hair from her ponytail and looking to her teacher.

"I made every shot, no falter. So please do not question my shooting abilities again, sir." Abigail walked out of the range, going into the locker room, picking up her bag and her phone. Angrily she slammed her locker shut before punching it again, causing a dent in the locker.

"Woah okay calm down Gaily." Eleanor grabbed her friends wrist and pulled it behind her back, pushing her up against the locker.

- t i m e l e s s - {Spencer Reid}Where stories live. Discover now