/Jane/
My palms were sweaty, so I had to wipe them on the inside of my pants a number of times before reaching up and allowing him to place the heavy rifle in my hand. "Oh God," I cried out, whimpering.
His hands curled securely around mine, gripping them hard in his. "Remember to press the emergency button, and when you're ready, take off."
I took a few of deep breaths to attempt to keep my anxiety under control. When I realized that things weren't going to get any better, I turned the safety off, aimed for the target, and fired all six rounds in a single continuous burst of firing. Despite my expectations, it wasn't quite as horrible as I had anticipated. It's possible that the entire dream stuff twisted it in my thoughts. I knew, deep down, that having Kurt there was crucial, that
