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Chapter 2: Finally
They walked up to a desk that Mika could barely see over, and the man at the desk eyed her suspiciously before looking up at Grave.
"Can I help you?" he said in an almost annoyed tone. Clearly his day wasn't going well.
"I'm here to pick up some goods I recently bought." Grave replied, completely monotone.
"ID number?"
"58726"
"Last name?"
"...Heat."
After typing in the information, the man's eyes brightened a little,
"Ahh, Mr.Brandon Heat. We've been expecting you." Funny how the man's demeanor comlpetely changed when he knew he was gonna get some serious cash.
The man pulled out a medium-sized black suitcase and set it on the table. he faced it towards Grave and opened it.
"Does everything look alright in there?" He asked.
After a minute-long glance, Grave nodded at the man and in turn, the man closed it and handed it to him.
"Have a nice day." The man said before the pair walked out the door.
The car ride home was horrid for Mika. She really REALLY wanted to open the suitcase. She knew what was in it, but she had been waiting for weeks! Everytime she went to grab it, Grave would get a-hold of her hand and put it back on her lap. He'd give her a smirk and continue driving. Mika would smack him on the arm just to feel a little better.
Finally they pulled up to the house, and Mika jumped out of the car, hurrying Grave like the world was about to end. He couldn't help but laugh at her.
When they got inside, He set the suit case down on the table and opened it for Mika. She gasped at the beauty.
There, in that case, sat the two coolest-looking guns (aside from Grave's) she had ever seen in her life. They were twin handguns, made to fit Mika. Except these were .38 Calibur Colts. They looked like normal handguns, except they were both made to replicate the same design of Grave's guns.
Mika squealed in excitement and turned to Grave, wrapping her arms around his neck and saying 'thank you' about 60 times. He hugged her back and the grabbed the guns from their case. He checked to see if they were loaded, and put the safety on, before handing them over to Mika.
They fit perfectly, the grips adjusting magnificently to her small hands.
He smiled before leading her out to the back yard, where he had tied up a paper target to a low-hanging tree branch. After going over the rules with her and loading the guns, Grave told her to stand with her legs shoulder-length apart, and then squatted down behind her. When he squatted, he was pretty much eye-level with Mika. He grabbed her hands,
and adjusted them on the gun, his hands molding over hers.
"One holding onto the grip, and the other under the magazine." He murmured into her ear.
She shakily nodded and kept her postition. Her thumb poked out from the mess of hands and switched off the safety, as Grave told her to.
"Now Mika, theres going to be some kick in this gun, it's not like the littler guns we practiced with. I want you to take a deep breath and let half of it out, and when you're ready, I want you to squeeze the trigger. Don't pull. Squeeze" He softly continued to murmur.
All she could do was nod. After aiming and releasing half a breath, she squeezed the trigger. Her wrist twisted a little from the recoil and she was pushed back a bit, but when she looked up, she saw that she had gotten...
A bullseye.
Mika squealed with delight. Grave was dumbstruck.
"Do that again." he said quietly.
And she did, and once again, she got a bullseye that was a little to the left of her first shot. She squealed again.
 one hundred nights · Mon Aug 18, 2008 @ 01:43pm · 0 Comments |
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