“But sir,” Keziah objected, “that would put one arm in direct line of fire.”
“Make a choice when you are in the field,” he said sternly, “either incapacitation or death.”
Mutely, she sat. A chime sounded at that moment, and the students started gathering their things.
“We meet back here after lunch hour,” their instructor said and left the training hall.
Chuks hung back after everyone had left, checking his w******p messages. Mr dé Crozon was offline, but he had sent a message fifteen minutes ago, asking if there was any trouble at the range. Chuks typed in a quick reply, and, after making sure that there were no other messages, he closed the application and threw the phone into his bag. He stood up and saw that he was not alone. Kemi had stayed behind, too.
“Hey, Kemi, how far?” he a
