Found Obsession

Chapter 7: Tiring Day

Over the next few days, Morgan made her undergo intensive training. She witnessed interrogations, received training on proper conduct and emotional management, and stood in on meetings as a mere spectator. With each passing day, the excitement of wanting a case of her own ran through her veins.

Finally, Friday arrived, and she found herself at a gun practice session. However, frustration bubbled within her as she missed all her shots. Each failed attempt only fueled her growing frustration, leaving her feeling disheartened and discouraged.

As she immersed herself in her work, Rose couldn't shake the feeling of distraction that lingered. Taking a moment to reflect, she realized that her closest friend was just Mira. In regards to Will she had not met him. Less thanked him.

Despite her presence drawing attention, she noticed that people seemed hesitant to approach her, their curiosity mingled with uncertainty. The question of her identity lingered in her thoughts: Who was she before?

Rose stood in the dimly lit shooting range, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and the sound of distant shots echoing off the walls. Morgan, her mentor and boss, approached her with a serious expression, his presence commanding her full attention.

"Haven't you had enough vacation?," Morgan asked, his voice firm but encouraging.

Rose looked down.

He stood behind her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her as he adjusted her stance and held her arms, guiding her into the correct position. Rose could feel his steady hands on hers, his touch firm and reassuring.

"Relax," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "Let your body do what it already knows."

Taking a deep breath, Rose focused her gaze on the target poster at the end of the range. It depicted a series of concentric circles, each ring representing a different score.

As she raised the gun, she felt a surge of nerves coursing through her veins. Morgan adjusted her aim slightly, his hands steady on her waist. Despite her apprehension, she forced herself to focus, blocking out the distractions around her.

With a steady hand, she squeezed the trigger, the gunshot reverberating through the room. Time seemed to slow as she watched the bullet hit the target dead center, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

But there was no time to celebrate. Morgan was already urging her to move on to the next shot, his voice commanding but encouraging. With each repetition, Rose felt her confidence growing, her shots becoming more precise and controlled.

Moran tightened his hold, but I decided to ignore it.

The repetitive sound of gunfire filled the room as Rose continued to fire, her muscles aching with exertion but her determination unwavering. Despite the stress of the exercise, she remained focused, her mind clear and sharp.

After what felt like an eternity, Morgan finally called a halt to the session. As Rose lowered the gun, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over her. She glanced at the target, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her shots clustered tightly in the center.

Morgan stepped back, his expression unreadable. "Keep it up, and you'll pass the test," he stated simply, his words carrying a weight of expectation. Rose nodded, a sense of pride swelling within her as she realized just how far she had come.

As Morgan departed, leaving Rose to gather her thoughts, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mingled with exhaustion. Her muscles ached from the intense training, but she knew it was all part of the process.

With a grateful nod to Morgan, she watched him disappear from view before turning her attention back to her surroundings. The shooting range was now quiet, the only sound the faint hum of ventilation systems. Rose took a moment to catch her breath, leaning against the wall for support as she allowed her body to recover.