Exactly what she’d hoped. This gave her a huge advantage. Now, she knew what score to beat. The girls shot at the closest target—fifty meters—using a 9 mm and were allowed a full clip of seventeen rounds. Way too easy for her. It really wasn’t fair. Carla’s target held the best score so far; six bulls-eyes and eleven in the surrounding circle. Danni’s had three bulls-eyes, seven in the surrounding circle and the rest scattered on the target. Even Mandy had managed to nick the bulls-eye before the gun’s recoil knocked her on her barely concealed behind. “You’re up, Brielle.” Greg motioned toward the now vacant stall. “Good luck.” Danni nodded. Mandy raised a fist and a smile. “Yeah, beat Carla’s butt.” Despite being impressed with the way Jack and his men were handling the competition, Brielle had kept a watchful eye on the women the whole time. Surprisingly, the air held no vestiges of threat. One at a time, the contestants held the gun, shot at the target, then placed the weapon down.
