Chapter 118 Training: Shooting And Ducking

• He reset the cans, then reached into his duffel and pulled out an old soda bottle tied to a string. He hung it from a low branch, letting it swing lazily back and forth.
• Nina’s jaw dropped. “You want me to hit that?”
• “You think Horace’s men are going to stand still for you?” Darren’s gaze was steady, uncompromising. “Hit it while it swings. Track it with your sight. Anticipate where it’s going to be, not where it is.”