Chapter 17: Galene @ 0.7x nhs
An arrow flew past her and lodged itself to the target on her right.
“I’m pretty sure the last time I was here, the living room wasn’t an archery field,” Gal said, frozen at the door.
“Indoor archery, to be precise,” said Greg and placed his composite bow in a weird stand. It had a long counterbalance in the middle that had to stay upward.
“Is it safe to step inside now?” Gal joked.
“Come on in,” he motioned.
“What are you doing?”
Greg tapped the air for some interface commands and her veil showed two enormous screens beside them. One had a picture of a young woman in athletic clothes, and the other had videos of archery competitions. The colours she wore were yellow t-shirt and blue slacks, the Ukrainian national colours.
“Artemis,” he presented, “bac
