Chapter 985
I’ll treat you all to a good meal while we’re at it p>
Mira genuinely enjoyed hanging out with these straightforward, upbeat guys.
But getting into the military base wasn’t a casual affair. Her current training session had only been authorized by the higher-ups after Dominic West pulled some serious strings.
“If you earn some merit after this upcoming operation, I can put in a request for special clearance,” York told her. “It’ll make coming and going much easier p>
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“Sounds like a plan. I’ll definitely put on a good show p>
After a thirty-minute breather, York signaled it was time to resume. Mira stood up, shook out her arms, and grabbed her weapon.
The target was now resting at a daunting one hundred and twenty feet.
Fortunately, she had already caught the rhythm. She centered her breathing and fired.
Before she even checked the results, York called out, “Nice. Dead center p>
From then on, she barely needed to aim. Relying purely on her heightened senses and spatial awareness, half of her shots consistently nailed the bullseye.
“Holy crap, you’re hitting perfect scores without even looking,” a soldier gasped in
awe.
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“She’s destined to be a top-tier sniper, no doubt about it!” another exclaimed. (merged)
In reality, it wasn’t some divine talent. Mira had simply practiced similar techniques in the past that translated perfectly to marksmanship.
She had spent an agonizing amount of time mastering the art of throwing darts with lethal precision.
The commotion drew the attention of other units, who kept wandering over to watch. York chased them off repeatedly. “Get back to your drills! Staring at someone else isn’t going to improve your own aim p>
They scrambled back to their stations, though they couldn’t resist sneaking glances her way.
By the end of the morning session, Mira was hitting the bullseye eighty percent of the time from one hundred and twenty feet out.
Heading toward the cafeteria, Mira
realized her shirt was completely soaked Unable to stand the stickiness, she told York she was
running to her dorm and would be
right back.
Before he could even respond, she had already sprinted off.
The regular recruits never had time to shower before lunch. They wore the same gear all day, letting the Sweat dry out in the sun unt they finally changed at night.
Mira bolted the entire way. When she reached the courtyard, Winifred Wells waved
at her, but Mira could only manage a hurried wave in return.
She was on a strict timer. If she was even a minute late, there would literally be no food left in the cafeteria.
She burst into her room, stripped out of her clothes, took a lightning-fast shower, and threw on a fresh set.
She quickly rinsed her dirty clothes in the sink, wrung them out, and tossed them over the balcony railing.
With her hair still dripping wet, she dashed back to the mess hall.
Thankfully, the place wasn’t entirely picked clean yet. There were still meager portions left in the serving trays.
She grabbed a plate and started scooping, only to be swarmed by a few other latecomers desperately trying to get their share.
Luckily, Mira didn’t have a massive appetite. What she managed to salvage was enough, so she stepped back and let them fight over the scraps.
She took a seat and managed a few bites before noticing York sitting across from her. “You know, we’re supposed to be friends. You got here early-couldn’t you have saved me a plate?
“Save you a plate? That’s not how things work around here.
Let me tell you, if you were a minute later, you’d be starving right now.
You can prioritize your laundry, or you can prioritize eating before training. Your call p>
Mira stared at him in disbelief.
“Are there really recruits who train on an empty stomach p>
“Of course. If they don’t eat on schedule, that’s their problem.
Discipline is absolute here. Black is black, white is white. This isn’t a vacation home where you do as you please p>
“Message received,” she muttered.