A Falling Heart

"Bang!" The last bullet whizzed through the air, finding its mark dead center in the bullseye. Blair lowered the gun, the familiar weight of the Glock settling back into its holster. A plume of smoke drifted lazily towards the ventilation fans, carrying with it the sharp scent of gunpowder.

"Someone's on fire today," Claudia drawled, her voice laced with amusement as she sauntered over to Blair, her hips swaying with an effortless grace that could rival any runway model. "Must be the power of love. Or maybe it's just those new bullets. They do have a rather fetching crimson tip, don't you think?"