Inside Booth Eleven of Aegis Firerange, the lights adjusted automatically as Eira stepped in with the Lazara Mk.II clutched delicately in her hand.
She wore a fitted shooting vest over her Academy uniform with sleeves rolled to her elbows.
She took a breath and looked ahead.
The booth lit up.
Five drones hummed around in the mid-range sector, gently swaying in the artificial wind simulated by the range's environment system.
"Okay…" she whispered to herself, bringing the pistol up.
Her fingers adjusted instinctively, remembering his touch and his words "Relax your shoulders... keep your thumbs aligned… don't strangle the grip."
She smiled faintly as she remembered Brandon's face.
Her smile faded into quiet focus as she squared her stance and rolled her shoulders back.
"Breathe in… aim… and exhale when you pull the trigger."
Bang.
The first drone jerked to the left mid-flight, but she had already accounted for the shift.
