Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 985

I'll treat you all to a good meal while we're at it."

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."

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"Sounds like a plan. I'll definitely put on a good show."

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."

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.

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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!"

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.

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