Chapter 54-1
Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 54
"Garrett, letâs go check it out," said Duncan, the commander of Eastern District.
With that, Duncan turned on his heel and headed for the door with Garrett, leaving the other two to their squabble.
"These two never play by the rules..." muttered the commander of Western and Southern Districts.
Those remaining in the conference room exchanged puzzled glances, wondering why the commanders had left halfway through the meeting.
"Danielle, youâve got killer aim. Care for a match against me and Elliot?" Justin asked cheerfully.
âWeâre not done yet? I bet thereâs still more to come later, Danielle thought.
"How about a friendly match?" Elliot chimed in.
Knowing her exceptional marksmanship, he wasnât about to pass up the chance to see her in action.
Danielle sighed inwardly. âHow could I say no? Heâs my dear brother.
"Sure." Danielle nodded.
The group moved from the combat arena to the shooting range. Some soldiers were still absorbed in the earlier sparring match, unable to snap out of it.
Others buzzed with anticipation, speculating about Danielleâs shooting skills. After all, the sparring match had been electrifying, and now they were certain Danielleâs marksmanship would be just as impressive. Otherwise, the bosses wouldnât have proposed a competition.
"Plain old shooting is boring. How about we blindfold ourselves? Letâs see whoâs got the best aim," Justin proposed.
"Great! Iâm in," Maximus said, his excitement barely contained. One by one, they stepped forward. First up was Luke, who covered his eyes with a blindfold and raised his gun. Relying on his muscle memory, he fired, hitting dead center. Five more shots followed, each finding its mark with the same precision.
Cheers erupted from the Lion Assault Squad. "Captain Marsh!"
"Not bad, Luke. Your aim keeps improving," Justin said, getting his gun ready.
"Go, Captain Guerrero! Youâre the best," cheered the Tiger Assault Team.
Calm and focused, Justin put on the blindfold and cocked his gun. He fired three rounds, all hitting the bullseye.
Next came Maximus, his aim as sharp as theirs, hitting every mark.
Impressed, Danielle raised an eyebrow. âSeems like one must have some serious chops to be a special forces captain, she mused.