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?"

to," she replied seriously. "I heard everything

pressed his

continued, "Mr. Andrew Potter deliberately had the butler call me over so I'd hear your conversation. So, I think I might need to know how to use

remained silent for a moment. "Debra, it's not that I don't understand you. I'm just afraid.

know. That's why you need to teach me how to protect myself. Otherwise, I really will be

a small smile. "Starting tomorrow, I'm

counting on you,

a

Jordan, who was called into

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

interrupted, "Go with confidence. If anything happens,

"Alright."

were

morning, Marion dragged Debra to Randy's private shooting range. She hadn't realized Randy's family had such

place is still under renovation, so my place is

much larger than she'd imagined, with both

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