“Shoulder to shoulder!” yelled Lieutenant Rowel Hunter. The cadets lined up at his command, backs rigid and eyes forward.
Lieutenant Hunter stood in front of them, hands behind his back. His beady eyes studied each and every one of the cadets standing before him, and he nodded in satisfaction.
“Today,” he boomed, “You will learn the basics of handling firearms.”
Excitement simmered amongst the cadets, but a knot began to tie in Misa’s stomach. She had no desire to even touch a gun unless she had to polish them.
“This is a pistol.” The lieutenant revealed his hand, which wrapped around a slim, black metal gun. The weapon brought Misa back to the Harthem, when Royle had pulled the trigger against Nisha. The shot had clapped like thunder, and Misa shuddered when she re
