Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 137

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Angelina’s POV

At nine-thirty, we moved to rifle marksmanship.

Same setup. But targets at one hundred yards. And we used rifles instead of pistols.

I was assigned rifle number twenty-three. Same sight misalignment issue. Different weapon but same problem.

Chen appeared next to me while I was checking the rifle.

“Let me guess. Also has issues?”

“Yeah.”

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“I checked the logs. Rifle twenty-three was flagged too. Cleared yesterday morning. Same time as your pistol.” Chen’s voice was tight. Frustrated. “This is deliberate. Someone’s making sure you get faulty equipment.”

“Can’t prove it though.”

“No. I can’t.” He looked miserable. “I’m sorry. I should have caught this earlier.”

“Not your fault.”

“It feels like my fault.” Chen adjusted his glasses. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No. I’ve got this.”

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He didn’t look convinced. But he nodded. Walked away.

The rifle assessment was harder. Longer distance meant the sight problem was more pronounced.

I spent the first few practice shots trying to figure out exactly how much to compensate.

Three inches right at one hundred yards. Maybe four.

When the actual assessment started, every shot required mental math. Windage calculations. Distance adjustments. All while compensating for

faulty sights.

It was exhausting.

But I managed. Fifteen rounds. All compensated. All hitting closer to center than they would have otherwise.

My grouping was decent. Not perfect. But decent.

Rifle Assessment scores posted at eleven-thirty:

Rodriguez, Saffron: 93/100

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Sterling, Aria: 85/100

Eight points difference this time.

Lunch was at noon.

I got my tray. Found the same corner table from yesterday.

Riley’s group joined me again.

“How’d it go? Riley asked.

“Fine.”

“Chen told us about the equipment issues.” Sofia’s voice was sympathetic That’s rough.”

“You handled it better than I would have.” Jake was eating quickly. Like he was in a hurry. “I’d be screaming at that armory staff.”

“Wouldn’t help.”

“No. But it would feel good.” Jake grinned slightly.

Antonio hadn’t said much. Just eating. But now he spoke up.

“You’re doing well considering the circumstances. But your cumulative score is suffering.”

“I know.”

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“After today, you need to be in the top thirty to advance. Right now you’re borderline.” Antonio’s voice was calm. Clinical. “Tomorrow’s final

assessment is worth one hundred fifty points. That’s more than any other category.”

Riley nodded. “If you don’t perform tomorrow, you’re out.”

“What is the final assessment?” I asked.

“They never tell us until the morning.” Chen had his tablet out again. “But it’s always the hardest test. Combines everything. Physical

endurance, tactical thinking, mental pressure.”

Sofia leaned forward. “Look, Aria. You’re fifteen. If you don’t make it this ear, that’s okay. There’s always next year. You’ll be older. More

experienced. You can try again.”

Jake nodded. “Yeah. Nobody expects you to succeed on your first try. Especially with people actively sabotaging you.”

“We just want you to know,” Riley said carefully. “If today doesn’t go well or if tomorrow is too much, it’s okay to walk away. There’s no shame

in it.”

I looked at Riley. At all of them sitting around this table.

They meant well. I could see that. But they were treating me like a kid who needed protection.

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“I appreciate your concern,” I said. My voice was calm. Even. “But I don’t need people feeling sorry for me or giving me an exit strategy.”

Riley opened her mouth. I kept going.

‘I didn’t come here to try. I didn’t come here to gain experience for next year. I came here to pass this selection.”

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I met Riley’s eyes directly. “Saffron’s little tricks are annoying. The tampered water, the faulty equipment. But they’re not enough to actually stop me.”

Jake leaned back in his chair. “Damn. You’ve got steel nerves.”

“The equipment issues are just another test,” I continued. “Real field operatives don’t get to choose perfect gear every time. Sometimes you work with what you have.”

Sofia nodded slowly. “That’s true. But still.”

“I know you’re trying to help. And I’m grateful for that.” I stood up with my tray. “But from here on, I handle this myself.”

Chen pushed his glasses up. “Fair enough. But I should tell you something about this afternoon’s tactical scenario.”

I sat back down. “What about it?”

“It’s usually team-based. Five people per group. You’ll need to coordinate with your

Riley’s expression got serious. “If you end up in Saffron’s group, you need to be

tactical exercises.”

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careful. Team sabotage is hardest to detect during

Antonio nodded. “I’ve seen it happen before. Teammates deliberately with old information or fail to provide cover. The individual gets blamed for poor performance even though it wasn’t their fault.”

“And the scoring makes it worse,” Jake added. “Even if you personally do everything right, if your team fails the mission, it drags down your individual score.”

“The evaluators try to account for that,” Sofia said. “They watch the recordings. Look for signs of sabotage. But it’s not always obvious. Sometimes it just looks like poor communication or honest mistakes.”

Chen pulled up something on his tablet. ‘Last year, there was a candidate who got eliminated because his team left him exposed during a hostage scenario. On paper, it looked like he made a tactical error. But the recordings showed his teammates deliberately ignored his calls for backup.”

“By the time the evaluators figured it out, the selection was over,” Riley said. “The candidate appealed, but the decision stood. Once you’re eliminated, you’re out.” 1

I absorbed this information. We finished eating. Everyone stood up.

“Good luck this afternoon, Riley said. “Whatever happens, just remember you belong here as much as anyone else.” They walked away together.

At one PM, everyone gathered on the main training field.

The sun was brutal. No clouds. Just direct heat beating down on us.

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Felix stood on the platform. Six assistant instructors stood beside him. Each one holding a tablet.

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“Listen up!” Felix’s voice carried across the field. “This afternoon’s assessment is tactical scenarios. Urban environment simulation. Hostage

rescue mission.”

He paused. Let that sink in.

“You will be divided into teams of five. Random assignment. No exceptions.

Someone in the crowd shifted. Felix’s eyes locked on them immediately.

“The scoring breakdown is as follows. Forty percent team coordination. Thirty percent individual tactical decisions. Twenty percent mission

completion. Ten percent adaptability.“

He gestured to one of the assistant instructors.

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