The next morning, I woke up early and headed straight down to the training grounds. I made a beeline for the target range—it had always been my favorite. There was something satisfying about testing out different weapons, feeling the weight and balance of each one.
Rick and another guy were already there when I walked up.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey, Kira," Rick greeted me, nodding toward his companion. "This is Bruce."
"Nice to meet you," Bruce said with a nod.
"What do you want to use today?" Rick asked, walking over to the digital control panel.
"I want to throw some knives today," I replied, stepping up to the rack.
Tapping a few buttons on the screen. He looked back over his shoulder. "Alright, let me know when you're ready."
I grabbed a set of throwing knives, testing their balance i
