She had promised Cynthia a night of shooting, and tonight was that night.
It didn’t take her long to dig out the targets she had acquired from a couple years ago and toss them into the Torino. Her guns were loaded into the cases she used to transport them and placed on the seat beside her. The 9mm had been acquired through her arms dealer contacts. It wasn’t anything special, but it was a smaller gun, which meant it was easier to use and learn than her .357’s.
The kick from her guns in untrained hands was always a surprise to the one holding them. Shots tended to go wild then, and well, she wasn’t looking for unwanted attention.
Ale was casual in fitted black jeans with a black tank top. Her long dark hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail.
She drove to the same field she used previously, far enough from homes and civilization to not draw attention, and setup the targets at varying distances. The guns were resting on a towel on the hood of her car, the clips beside them.
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