Guns Blazing

He motioned for us to follow him down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"The first thing you should know, is that I'm not a police officer. Well, I am, but not really," He unpinned a badge from his shirt and clicked a button on it to reveal a logo I'd never seen before.

"I work for the government to hunt down any monsters."

I looked quizzically at the angel following me into the basement. He noticed my stare and replied with, "My unit found him, and didn't know what to do. I was holding him until we got note back from the government," He looked at the angel, "we didn't know he existed."

He started to walk around the basement, placing his hand on certain tiles, revealing a much bigger basement. The room lined with cages was still open, but now there was another large room in front of me lined with mercenary weaponry and an at-home shooting range.

I stared in awe.

Mr. Anderson went straight to a wall holding various different guns, including handguns, machine guns, and shotguns.

He took a handgun off the wall, and handed it to me.

I picked it up, my finger sliding over it.

"Careful, it's already loaded."

His eyes went to the shooting range, so I walked silently to it, placing myself at a bit of a range from the target. I had taken an archery class two years ago out of boredom, but maybe now it would come in handy.

I readied the gun, and aimed for the target. My finger slowly slid into groove on the trigger.

I pressed it, sending the bullet flying through the air, and hitting the outer circle of the target.

I can get used to this.

I fired again, and again, keeping my feet in position and the gun steadily over the target.

"She's going to be a quick learner," The angel noted to Mr. Anderson.

He looked at the angel, "She's gonna have to be."