Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 983

Mira fired her second shot.

"Wow, an eight! Your progress is catching up to my old records," Callum Young exclaimed in pleasant surprise.

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The gun cracked again for her third shot.

"A nine! Damn, Miss Mercer, you've got the makings of a true sharpshooter."

Without missing a beat, Mira fired once more, landing another nine.

And another shot—still a solid nine.

Mira let out a long breath. "Learning to shoot is a lot harder than I thought."

"You're improving at lightning speed," Instructor Vance said with a smile.

"Nobody hits a bullseye right after picking up a gun for the first time."

He handed her a water bottle. "Grab some water, catch your breath, and keep at it.

At this stage, you don't need to overthink the mechanics. It all comes down to practice until muscle memory takes over.

"Your biggest advantage is your martial arts background. Your flexibility and control are far beyond the average person's. Once you hit that ten, we'll move the target back."

York Vance added.

Mira took a few steadying breaths and stepped right back into position.

She gripped the firearm, aimed down the sights, and pulled the trigger. A loud crack echoed across the field.

All eyes snapped to the target. "A bullseye! She actually hit a perfect ten!"

"How long has she even been practicing? That's insane!"

"I told you she had the makings of a sniper. I've always had a good eye for talent."

The surrounding soldiers chattered animatedly amongst themselves.

What they didn't know was that in a quiet corner of the training ground, someone was watching with a suffocating wave of jealousy.

*Sharpshooter, my foot,* Felicia Foster scoffed to herself. *Are these guys completely blind?*

*At thirty feet, I could hit a bullseye with my eyes closed. What a bunch of suck-ups.*

She couldn't fathom what kind of spell that woman had cast on York. He was a commanding officer, yet he was personally coaching her, drawing a crowd of fawning idiots in the process.

*I absolutely won't let her get away with this,* Felicia thought, her gaze turning predatory.

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