Chapter 31
Matthew POV The echo of the training rounds hitting the steel plates was the only thing filling the silence of the private range. I watched Theo through the haze of my own exhaustion, his small frame braced against the recoil of the modified carbine. We had been at it for hours. I was working him tirelessly, pushing him through the same drills I’d mastered back in Austin, but I had to constantly check my own intensity. He was only seven years old—a child who should have been playing in a backyard, not learning the most efficient way to put a bullet between a "Red" signature’s eyes. "Again, Theo. Don't think, just track and squeeze," I commanded, my voice gravelly. I needed to burn the hesitation out of him—the same freezing fear that had almost gotten us both killed out in the field. In
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