Current mood:

frustrated

Practice makes perfect
Her aim was instinctive and always perfect, but getting used to wrist mounted silencers was a different story. The roof top she practiced on was away from her usual haunts and mostly deserted. The guns were unload because she didn't want the attention. It was the cursing that was about to give her away.

It should've been easy but never having seen them used made it harder for her to make them do what she needed. Gritting her teeth, she tried again.

"!@#$%^&!"