Chapter 5- Pistols and Paintings

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"Heiress?" Annali's voice called out after I fired the last bullet from my magazine. Her voice coming from the door to the firing range.

"Annali, over here," I called out pressing the release on the side of the glock, the empty magazine slipping into my hand. Annali's heels clicked on the concrete as she walked up to the small cubicle place where I was, peaking her head around the corner as I loaded another magazine.

"So sorry to disturb you, during your-"

She paused as I pulled the slide back, putting a bullet in the chamber as I looked over at her with a smirk.

"Relaxation time," she said slowly with the roll of her eyes.

I lined up the shot, my eyes peering down the end of the barrel looking between the sights at the head of the target several yards away.

Annali reached past me taking a pair of ear protection that sat on the small counter holding my magazines and another glock. She held the foam to her ears, the headband part set in front of her face so as not to leave an impression in her voluminous dark brown curls.

I waited for her to take a few steps behind me. I took a deep breath, stilling the shake in my hands for a moment before I took the first shot. The bullet landed in the middle of the head, followed by the next few until my magazine was empty.

Pressing the release button, again I slipped the empty magazine into my hand setting both the gun and the empty magazine on the small counter before me.

"What do you need from me Annali?" I asked leaning my hand against the wall, pressing the button to bring the target to me.

I turned with a smile on my face to look at Annali, who laughed shaking her head as she glanced at the target before us.

"Why can't you be a normal lady and go to the spa for relaxation," she teased resting a hand on her hip as she eyed the bullseye in the middle of the head and all the shots gathered on it. I laughed looking at the target in front of me.

"Perfect shot.." she said stepping forward leaning against the wall.

"But why would someone with super strength need to be a perfect shot?" she teased making me laugh.

"For the same reason you insist I have body guards with me everywhere," I rolled my eyes, turning to lean against the counter, my back to the target.

"It's because you have to trust some people. Maybe starting with the men who you pay to protect you," she nodded to me as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"And that is precisely why I'm a perfect shot. Payment can be negotiated so I have be prepared. You remember Billy?" I said raising an eyebrow as I flicked some lint off of my black sweater. Annali huffed with a nod adjusting the necklace she wore.

"Yes I do, the idiot bastard,"

"You got that right," I laughed turning and grabbing the case from beneath the counter, then the ammo box placing them in front of me.

"He was stupid, but especially for trying to kill you," she laughed as she stood beside me opening the ammo box before taking my extra magazines and setting them on top of the loose rounds.

"Well he was working for Agent Walmart at the time," I said as I tucked away each glock into it's own case to be cleaned later.

Annali laughed beside me as she closed the top of the box.

"Oh the idiot soldier who chased you through Latvia when you were with...uhm..never mind," Annali paused at the end of her question with a shake of her head. I smiled at that time with Bucky that seemed so long ago.

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