The bullet fled out of the gun barrel, sending thrill throughout my body. There's a fine line between excitement and fear. I was still trying to decipher which one I was feeling most.
For the past two days I had become fully acquainted with my gun, or so Emma says. I felt confident in using it, seeing as Adam had me practicing every moment of everyday.
My weekend had been filled up with training and well, more training. I didn't mind it so much, it was exciting to learn how to shoot, but being confined to a small steel box for two days and not seeing a ray of light was beginning to bother me.
I slid the earmuffs down to my neck, and turned to look behind me. Zenna was in the viewing box with my assessment sheet attached to her navy blue clipboard.
"So," My voice amplified into the viewing box, echoing. "How did I do?"
Zenna grinned as she walked closer to the window near the desk controls. Twisting a red knob so I could hear her, she spoke into the microphone that projected her voice throughout the room.
"Congratulations, Anna. You successfully passed the assessment." Her smooth voice boomed through the speakers.
My eyes lit up in excitement as I smile made its way on my face. My body released all tension it had held for the past 2 hours in one exhale.
Accomplishment warmed my body as I placed the gun down. I had passed my weapon assessment. There was a chance a could do this. If I knew how to hold a gun and shoot it, then I just might not die doing this.
I exhaled exhaustively as I wiped my damp hair away from my forehead. My army green tank stuck to my skin like hot glue. I was desperate for a shower.
In spite of the death-like coldness that occupied the room, I was sweating like crazy. The assessment started two hours ago, testing me on my reflexes, gun anatomy, skills and aiming.
The twist of the door knob revealed Zenna. She walked in, immediately throwing a ice cold water bottle to the left of me. I threw my hand up in the air, catching it smoothly, much to my surprise.
"Even after two hours of extensive assessment, your reflexes and hand-eye coordination are still in tact." She laughed, amused.
I looked at her, unimpressed. "Was that entirely necessary?" I asked, unscrewing the lid and taking a much needed sip of water.
"Part of the test, you know." She laughed, throwing her hands up defensively. "Head down to Emma's office when you're finished up here, she wants to see you."
Exiting the training centre, I made my way down the grey steel corridors, the echo of my shoes clanking on the cold floors with every step I took.
I gulped down the rest of the water, refreshing my dry throat, quenching my thirst and cooling my body. I sighed, relieved.
My final step was to learn about the gang. Who is in it, who is the leader, where they locate themselves. As for information that RPN had on the gang, well it wasn't much, as I soon found out when I entered Emma's office finding an incredibly thin folder that held all they knew on this 'notorious gang'.
"Now I know it isn't much, but that's why you're doing this anyway. With your help we should be able to gather enough information on them to set them in their place." Emma handed me the file just as I sat down in the red plush chair that sat directly across from her, and spoke as a began to flick through it. "If you have any questions, just ask me and I'll see if I can help, otherwise you're free to take them and study them. Just one thing-" Her voice came to a stop making me look up. "Don't loose the file. If they get into the wrong hands, god knows what problems with arise."
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Damn Straight, Your Highness
Teen Fiction"Drop it." He said. "You drop yours." My voice wavered. The light glimmered on one side of his face, the rest engulfed with darkness. Somewhere behind the barrel of his gun, I could see the pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I was on the verge of tea...
