Chapter 43: Fluke?

*SILIA*

“Hey Garrett!”

I greeted one of the regulars of this Mafia training base. He would always be around in the shooting range with his other buddies and would often help me out with my practice when Alfeo wasn’t around.

“Aren’t you going to shoot some bullets today?” he asked stopping in front of the door. His muscular back hid almost whole of the entrance and from the gaps in between I could see the others hollering him over to hurry.

“No, I am going to burn these muscles out a little, can’t keep relying on a gun only,” I said bumping my fists together.

“Well if you get bored then you know where to find me. I haven’t seen such fresh talent in some time now,” he complimented me with the same words that he had been dishing out since the first time he had caught me shooting on my own.

I didn’t mean to brag but since I had been somewhat used to the feeling of the device in my hand I was finding it easier to aim in the center and at targets further away.

“Will do but now I need to go,