Chapter 16: The DollIdleness, itself, can be a catalyst for change.
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Scarlett took aim with the plasma rifle. Through the sights, the target rose and fell with each breath. Her lungs filled with air one last time. She closed her eyes and let every muscle relax. Warm air seeped past her lips in a long, drawn-out sigh. She let her eyelids drift open.
Her eyes automatically looked down the sights of her weapon. The tip of the rifle lowered toward the target in a single smooth motion. At the instant the forward sight crossed into the black, her index finger squeezed slowly.
When the charged bolt left the end of the muzzle, her eyes closed again. This was the final shot of her weapons testing. It wouldn't make or break her performance, but she wanted it to be the “cherry on top,” as sh
