Hold it steady!" Kat lifted his earmuff and practically screamed at him.
"I can't, they're shaking," he put the heavy pistol he was trying to aim down on the bench in frustration. He held his trembling hands up for his taskmistress to see. His big mitts were visibly quivering.
"Clear that weapon!" she screeched in glee, pouncing on his mistake. "You're in my world now, dragon. You will God damn remember the safety protocol for this firearm or I will..."
"Give him a break," Samantha opened the door and slid into the booth as Chris hastened to disarm the pistol he'd just laid on the bench. At least the barrel was pointed down range and the safety was on. "This isn't the Marine Corps you know, Katherine."
"But if it was, this sorry little boot-b***h would be skuzzing the floor all nig
