Shotgun shells rained around us. The buckshot staining our clothes. I pulled shrapnel out of my sides. So did she. out of my jacket. I pulled two UMP45's. I emptied the casings each bullet finding its mark in some unprepared individual. The magazines clattered to the floor.
"Well," Juliet said. "That could've gone better."
We walked off the training room floor. The holograms glittered out. We walked out into the training room corridor. Our instructor a large muscular man, his arms inked with sigils and magic. I stared at him. He stared back at us. The DMX at his side glinted menacing in dimly-lit wall-paneled lights. He looked at us. The stopwatch in his hand indicated .25 seconds. Could've been faster. I chided myself. I tried to keep up, to keep time with myself, but I was never fast enough. Always a step behind.
I felt Juliet's hand intertwine with mine. I looked at her with my cool blue-green eyes. She stared back at mine with her cool silver-blue. Her small lips curved into simple and subtle smile. She was beautiful. Alex, our tutor, kicked me in the chest. Focus.
