The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Just then, the door swung open, and Debra's voice came over.

"What are you two doing?"

Marion immediately lowered his gun and, pretending nothing was amiss, turned to her. "Haven't seen Andrew in a while. We were just having a drink." Andrew's face held a faint smile. "My health doesn't allow for much drinking. He's had a bit, but I haven't."

Debra raised an eyebrow. "And you're drinking up here instead of downstairs? Mr. Andrew Potter, Jordan's already drunk. Maybe you should check on him." She hadn't expected Jordan to have such a low tolerance, considering he'd only had three drinks before passing out.

"He's been off alcohol for a long time while serving in the unit. I'll go check on him," Andrew replied.

As the butler came in and wheeled Andrew out, Debra's gaze landed on Marion's waist. "Show me."

Marion didn't bother hiding it and handed her the gun. She studied the weapon in her hands. "How does it work?"

"Want to learn?"

I might need to," she replied seriously. "I heard everything from outside

pressed his lips

Andrew Potter deliberately had the butler call me over so I'd hear your conversation.

not that I don't understand you. I'm just afraid. Afraid something might happen to

know. That's why you need to teach me

with a small smile. "Starting tomorrow, I'm

on you,

a

night, everyone left the house, except for Jordan, who was called

mission is dangerous. If I don't make it back..." Jordan

If anything happens,

"Alright."

were filled with

private shooting range. She hadn't realized Randy's family

them, saying, "Marion's been abroad for a while. His new place is still under renovation, so my

much larger than she'd imagined, with

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