Page 238 of Commander’s Mate
“I am gripping.”
“You’re strangling it.”
“It deserves it.”
She came behind me, adjusted my elbows, and stepped away.
“Don’t fight the recoil.”
“It doesn’t recoil.”
“Then stop fighting the imaginary recoil.”
Easy for her.
She had training.
I had a mail truck.
The next shot hit the outside ring.
I stared.
Scarlet nodded.
“Better.”
“You sound like an alien instructor.”
“Terrifying.”
The instructor took the weapon from me.
“You will not be assigned combat duty.”
“Excellent.”
He looked surprised.
“Most humans protest.”
“Most humans are idiots.”
Scarlet raised one hand.
“Some of us protest accurately.”
I pointed at her.
“See?”
The instructor gave her another weapon.
She shot center.
Of course.
My training moved to emergency procedure.
