puzzled.
“Before Foxburg Falls. I said she couldn’t carry and wasn’t a trained operative and you never corrected me.”
“I didn’t know then.”
“So how did it come up?”
“When I offered her the chance to train with Jack and do more face-to-face work with clients and some field work as a profiler, I asked her if she was OK with gun training. It’s standard and it’s non-negotiable and that’s when she said she was already a registered gun owner.” He shrugged. “It wasn’t required when she was the receptionist but her role has changed.”
“I see.”
“Anything else?”
“Last thing: how are we going to get our guns and a briefcase containing a huge amount of cash on an airplane? We flying private?”
“You’re not. You’re driving to Kansas. It’s about twelve hours, which is one hell of a long drive, but you can do it in one day if you haul ass.”
Sully nodded. “Alright. That’s better for sure.”
“Damn right it is. You’ll take one of the work SUV’s since they’re all fitted with GPS trackers. We’ll know where y’all are every second so if things go bad, you get the hell out and away and hidden. We’ll find you and come and get you.”
“OK, boss.”
“That’s it?”
“For now.” Sully stood up too. “I’ll get a few things done and take Cordelia to the shooting range.”
Dallas grinned. “Man, I’d pay money to watch that woman shoot a gun, I swear to Christ.”
“No kidding, right?” Sully shook his head. “What do you want to bet she’s great at it?”
“I ain’t taking that bet, man. I’d lose, as sure as the sun sets tonight.”
**
Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.
She never stops surprising me, does she?
He adjusted the earmuffs and lowered his safety glasses. Cordelia looked over her shoulder at him and he gave her a thumbs-up. She nodded back at him, turned and spread her feet apart, finding her position. Right away, he saw that her hips weren’t square and her shoulders were too tense. He waited, though, curious how she’d do on her first try.
Cordelia tried to ignore the fact that Hunter Sullivan was looming behind her, watching her every move. She was incredibly self-conscious about her wide hips and curvy ass, and she just knew that he’d have those sharp eyes trained on both, assessing her stance. She took a deep breath, tried to relax.
She stared at the target and the whole world around it disappeared. She extended her arms – not too stiff, keep them a bit loose – flicked the safety off with her thumb and fired eight rounds in rapid succession, barely thinking as she did so. When her eyes focused again, she saw that she’d at least hit the target.
So I haven’t totally embarrassed myself in front of him. Thank God.
She pressed the button to retrieve her target and it moved smoothly towards her on the cable. Hunter was next to her now and he reached out to remove the paper. He stared down at it, stunned that she’d hit the target eight times. None smack in the centre on the ‘x’, but none went beyond the second circle for eight points. If she’d been aiming for a guy’s heart, she’d have for sure driven a bullet in to his lung and that was good enough to get her away and safe, if it came to that.
He indicated for her to remove her earmuffs and she did. She shook her hair back and stared up at him.
“Fucking ‘A’, Cordelia,” he said. “Damn impressive.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now I want you to do it again, but
“Before Foxburg Falls. I said she couldn’t carry and wasn’t a trained operative and you never corrected me.”
“I didn’t know then.”
“So how did it come up?”
“When I offered her the chance to train with Jack and do more face-to-face work with clients and some field work as a profiler, I asked her if she was OK with gun training. It’s standard and it’s non-negotiable and that’s when she said she was already a registered gun owner.” He shrugged. “It wasn’t required when she was the receptionist but her role has changed.”
“I see.”
“Anything else?”
“Last thing: how are we going to get our guns and a briefcase containing a huge amount of cash on an airplane? We flying private?”
“You’re not. You’re driving to Kansas. It’s about twelve hours, which is one hell of a long drive, but you can do it in one day if you haul ass.”
Sully nodded. “Alright. That’s better for sure.”
“Damn right it is. You’ll take one of the work SUV’s since they’re all fitted with GPS trackers. We’ll know where y’all are every second so if things go bad, you get the hell out and away and hidden. We’ll find you and come and get you.”
“OK, boss.”
“That’s it?”
“For now.” Sully stood up too. “I’ll get a few things done and take Cordelia to the shooting range.”
Dallas grinned. “Man, I’d pay money to watch that woman shoot a gun, I swear to Christ.”
“No kidding, right?” Sully shook his head. “What do you want to bet she’s great at it?”
“I ain’t taking that bet, man. I’d lose, as sure as the sun sets tonight.”
**
Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.
She never stops surprising me, does she?
He adjusted the earmuffs and lowered his safety glasses. Cordelia looked over her shoulder at him and he gave her a thumbs-up. She nodded back at him, turned and spread her feet apart, finding her position. Right away, he saw that her hips weren’t square and her shoulders were too tense. He waited, though, curious how she’d do on her first try.
Cordelia tried to ignore the fact that Hunter Sullivan was looming behind her, watching her every move. She was incredibly self-conscious about her wide hips and curvy ass, and she just knew that he’d have those sharp eyes trained on both, assessing her stance. She took a deep breath, tried to relax.
She stared at the target and the whole world around it disappeared. She extended her arms – not too stiff, keep them a bit loose – flicked the safety off with her thumb and fired eight rounds in rapid succession, barely thinking as she did so. When her eyes focused again, she saw that she’d at least hit the target.
So I haven’t totally embarrassed myself in front of him. Thank God.
She pressed the button to retrieve her target and it moved smoothly towards her on the cable. Hunter was next to her now and he reached out to remove the paper. He stared down at it, stunned that she’d hit the target eight times. None smack in the centre on the ‘x’, but none went beyond the second circle for eight points. If she’d been aiming for a guy’s heart, she’d have for sure driven a bullet in to his lung and that was good enough to get her away and safe, if it came to that.
He indicated for her to remove her earmuffs and she did. She shook her hair back and stared up at him.
“Fucking ‘A’, Cordelia,” he said. “Damn impressive.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now I want you to do it again, but
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