The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 502

“Wow…” I whisper, leaning forward, my hand shooting out to touch the long, slim silver rifle that the Captain lifts out of the bag and sets up straight, balancing it on its two bipod legs so it stands up on its own. At the last second, I pull my hand back, not sure if I should.

“Go on,” the captain says, and I look up into his face to see a proud smile there. “I had this commissioned for you about a month ago – just got delivered over the weekend. Damn lucky you passed that Chemistry exam, too, because if the military had to pay for a lightweight miniature rifle like this that no one else could use…” his cheeks puff out as he imagines it. “I’d have hell to pay to your uncle.”

I laugh a little, shaking my head as I lean forward and run a hand over the barrel and the forestock. “You had it made for me? It’s…small?”

“To your specifications, yes,” the captain says with a proud sigh. “It’s one-of-a-kind and top of the line, Cadet, so. Don’t drop it off the blind or anything. Cost a pretty penny. Want to see how she shoots?”

Desperately pleased I look up at the Captain and laugh a little, nodding eagerly.

He grins back at me and then we sit close together as he points out the features of the gun, shows me how to assemble and disassemble it, and then how to load it with the bullets from the bottom of the bag. When he’s finished with that, we both lay out on our stomachs and he points out the white target below on the other side of the field.

I blink, doing a double take because…I mean, it’s so small from this vantage point that I didn’t even notice it at first. Surely, that’s too far away!

“Are you serious?” I murmur, a little appalled. “Shouldn’t I shoot at something…closer to start?”

“You’ll be shooting ten times that distance in a few weeks,” the Captain murmurs, making my eyes fly wide. But he doesn’t look over at me, instead peering through the rifle’s sight and recalibrating it. “Now be quiet and watch what I do.”

I do as I’m told and the Captain narrates his actions as he lays down his stomach and positions himself next to the gun, telling me how he’s taking aim, how he’s attempting to control his breathing and his body movements, how he’s paying attention to the way that the breeze is blowing. Then, once he’s ready, he moves his finger to the trigger and deftly pulls it.