(Mira)
I woke up at six. Wednesday morning.
Ridge was still asleep. I got up quiet. Got dressed.
Training with Jake. Third session. Had to get better.
I went to the kitchen. Made coffee. Drank it fast.
The gun was on the dresser. Where I'd left it last night.
I picked it up. Checked the safety. Like Jake taught me.
Ridge came out a few minutes later. Already awake.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yeah."
We walked to the armory. Jake was already there. Setting up targets.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning."
Ridge leaned against the wall. Arms crossed.
I pulled out my gun. Jake nodded.
"Good. You're carrying it everywhere like Prez said."
"Yeah."
We walked to the range. Same setup as before. Targets at different distances.
"We'll start close again," Jake said. "Twenty feet. Get your sta
