Multiple shots fires to the paper target creating a dent in the middle emptying the magazine which I detach reloading another round moving to the next target, deep inside me wishing it is Elijah's face instead of the paper. I was angry, furious even and what better way to vent my anger than practicing on my shooting skills which I tell you I'm already perfect with the way the ammunitions cuts off the head of the paperface.
So he expects me to go sit in Russia and wait till either one of them gets killed or worse I get killed. Perspiration covers my skin getting me all sweaty firing shots at the figurines; what seems as a coping mechanism to calm down my nerves only made it worse replaying his words over and over again in my head. My face contorts into an angry frown grunting fixing yet an
