The Quiet Sister✔️

15. Sharp Shooter

Nola POV

Guns gave her a thrill.

Her favorite place to be was the shooting range. She could take out any anger there. Let out her stress for the day. She wished she could go to the shooting range every day.

When she first started shooting she felt the small little gun Victor gave her was too heavy. A Smith and Wesson M&P EZ Slide 9mm. Soon she outgrew that gun and gave it back to Victor and asked for something meatier.

Then she got a Mossberg MC1sc. Another handgun was perfect for beginners and she liked the power of it but could not perfect her shot.

Victor coached her to be able to hit her target every time. She loved that gun. Then she bought her second gun herself, a Glock 19 and that's the one she carried with her most time.

She wanted a third one.

While at the range she was in the zone and nothing distracted her. All of her family knew where she was, they liked that she took an interest in protecting herself and choosing that as her career now. She shot for an hour straight till her arms were sore and she was fatigued with hunger.

Finally stopping to take a break, she noticed her phone buzzing as it sat on the table. She took off her earplugs and put the safety on her gun before she picked up her phone. She saw that it was Victor and answered right away.

"Yes?"

"Lil girl, I have been trying to call you all day!"

"You know where I am." She knew Victor had locator apps on all their phones. Couldn't do anything without him knowing.

"Answer your damn phone, it could be important."

She let out a quiet sigh and rolled her eyes, thankful Victor did not Facetime her so he could see the disrespect. "Is it?"

"Yes. Got a job for you. Get here, now."

He did not have to ask her twice. She packed up her guns, cleaned off, and headed straight to TEAM.

Victor sat at his desk turned away from her to watch his monitors. She tried to be stealthy and walked up behind him in an attempt to startle him but she did not succeed.

"You need to work on that being low-key, he said to her. Sit."

"Do I need to be for the job?" she asked, excited to get the chance to be a badass for the first time. "Do I get to be a bodyguard? Whoop some asses and chase bad guys?"

Victor tossed a large file in front of her on the desk.

"I have a guy, up in St. Louis having an issue with someone possibly stalking him. Right now it's nothing really, sliding into his DMs, left a few things for him at work, and now, they found out where he lives and are sending things there."

"Things? Like what?"

"Letters."

She chuckled. "Who's writing letters nowadays? That's easy to track."

"Typed up, not mailed, left at his door."

"Does he have security cameras?"

"No, he's getting that installed now."

"So why do you need me?"

"He's a high-profile client. And I just need you to tag along with him, case out the place, extra protection."

"So, a babysitter?" She scoffed at the idea of watching somebody.

"No, you're going in undercover, I need you real lowkey. You will be his new assistant."