Recruit

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When I get to the range I have no idea where I'm going but I suspect the gun range. When I get there I peak in and don't see anyone so I check the bow range and see the man that woke me up, Barton something. I knock on the window and he opens the door.

"Had coffee?" He asks.

"Yup, Jean Mathews, call me Keegan. This is Baby." I introduce myself and Baby, putting my hand out to shake.

"Agent Clint Barton, nice to meet you, is she going to stay? I don't want her getting hurt." He asks and shakes my hand.

"She was a bomb sniffing dog, two tours in Iraq, three in Afghanistan, she can handle more than some arrows flying." I say, she has, she had a tour in Afghanistan before my dad got her. Barton walks over and fiddles with his equipment.

"Well, alright, they found your bow in the old truck you were illegally driving." He mentions, not looking up, just messing with the heads of his arrows. It was my dad's Ford, probably reported stolen, not to mention I'm not old enough to drive yet, but I can so I will.

"Ya, oh well, let's shoot, I haven't been able to in ages." I'm eager to get a good practice again, before the hotel that had canned and frozen food I ate, I had to hunt for it. I'm a pretty damned good shot.

"You any good?" He asked while I was talking off my over shirt and putting on my wrist pad. I set my shirt on a chair and cover up the gun I set there as well.

"Well, see for your self." I see and picking up my bow, drawing it, and aiming quickly then releasing, before checking I shot off two more. I split one and the other one is touching.

"I'll be damned." Barton said, rubbing his jaw.

"Thanks, wanna see something really cool?" I ask.

"Sure." He says expecting me to do a trick shot or something but instead I say.

"Baby, fetch." And she quickly limps to the targets at the end of the room; stands against the targets and works the arrows out of the wall.

"Aren't you two full of surprises?" He asks, in awe of Baby's little trick.

When she comes back I continue to shoot, but get me own arrows. We just practice together insilence.

"Hey, Keegan, see if you like this bow." Clint says, going to a safe I hadn't noticed before.

He hands me a steal compound that makes mine looks like a toy. It has a silencer nine inches long, a colored site, a level, it must've been five hundred, at LEAST.

"Wow-" I breathed "that's a nice ass bow." I marveled.

He handed it to me and pulled out a quiver full of titanium arrow. If I thought my Carbon Express were nice, these are, luxurious. The bow was so light for its size it was almost air, and all the arrows had hunting heads like they were ready to hunt.

"Wow, okay" I said, happy to try the beautiful weapon out.

Barton grabbed his bow and watched me, the pull was a little hard but I managed. When I released, I looked up, only to find the arrow was feet away from where I aimed.

"The hell?" I said, I'm usually pretty good. I shot again and really aimed. Again way off. Again, I drew it back but this time, I watched and I listened. This time I heard a quiet beep then instantly after, the arrow moved as though a wind blew it off course.

One final time, I drew it but tapped into my little power, I put myself in Georgia, in the stand, my dad and Baby in the other. My dad nodded, the deer grazing below was mine for the taking. I know Barton saw it and he was below, probably confused. But I took aim holding the bow and released. When I opened my eye we were back in the range, Barton looking at me, confused.