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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 8:32 pm
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"Kinda hard when such a handsome man is breathing down my neck." Lena murmured without any tease in her voice. She closed one eye and tried to lock onto her target from a distance, but it was so far, she could barely make out the black outer ring drawn onto it. Had it not been for Adrian holding her hands, she might've been shaking in her struggle to find her target. Breathe steady and relax. Easy enough, right? She did as she was told, forcing her anxious heart to slow and for her body to quit shivering. It took a moment before her body complied and went still, but it didn't stop the tip of her gun from lightly wavering. It shook only a little, Lena was sure she wouldn't get it right without aiming carefully. Her opened eye narrowed. Left, right, left... right..... NOW! She pulled the trigger.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 8:40 pm
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Adrian DarcyAdrian snorted as the smoke cleared, showing a bullet hole in the target's crotch area. Releasing her, he leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. "Jesus. What, you a feminazi? You don't look like the strap-on wearing, hairy-legged, bra-burning women that tend to be feminists." Returning to his previous position, he lightly kicked her legs a bit more apart and took a deep breath. "Stand straight, breathe steady, and relax," he said softly in her ear again, this time keeping his hands only loosely on hers. "And keep both your eyes open. Focus on his heart. Pretend like he just tore yours out and stomped it to the ground. Get payback, Lena. Shoot him in the heart for breaking you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 9:19 pm
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Lena made a face when he forced her to refocus on the targets. There were three, each separated by fifteen feet, one barely noticeable. Someone else here, what did he mean by that? It made her confused, but she would think about that later, too. First target, the closer one. She took her aim, fired. Second one, fired. Last one, fired. She wasn't sure what the results were, though, the smoke coming from the gun clouding her vision.
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